Mother, father, I'm doing okay

On the other side of the country and far away

And though I know the things that you want to hear me say

Sometimes these things are hard

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Right down to the long thin pointed face

And my muddled up and twisted tongue

And now I find that I'm doing things you would have done

Sometimes these things are hard

So do I thank you? Or do I curse you?

These tracks stretch out before me, that ones you left behind

What I want, what I feel, it's yours, yours, not mine

Mother, father, all those battles that have been

And the long, long silences that lay in between

Please don't try to tell me that all those were in vain

Sometimes these things are hard

We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes

In our finest formal dresses yeah, proper suits and ties

Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise

So do I thank you? Or do I curse you?

These tracks stretch out before me that the ones you left behind

Of me thinks what I feel, what I want, it's yours, yours, not mine