THE STORY:
I used to get angry if someone looked at me the wrong way. And if I couldn’t control my friends. And about a lot of mundane trivialities. I buried the big stuff.
THE LYRICS:
Well I smile once in awhile
I like fresh air in my room
Hard to keep happy here
With the ever-changing moods
I don't like to be annoyed
I don't like questioning someone
Is it rubbing off on me
Or is it me?
Mom was scared I'd be like dad
Father is a mannequin
While his humor made him friends
It didn't help to raise his kids
I accepted what he is
I'd ignore what he is not
Never wanted more
Than he wanted to give.
Chorus:
I focused on the pins
To hide the nails
I didn't know the space
I had inside myself
All these pictures of my youth
They're unsettling to see
I left a trail of done-you-wrongs
Blazing tall in back of me
Mr. Happy with myself
With those who hate who I was
And the me they know
Happened years ago
Make a hundred Mr. Wrong
If i had half a chance
I came on twenty times too strong
I'd insult their every breath
'Till I was safest not to speak
Mom's in court
Dad won't pay fifteen bucks a week.