Perfect Son

Caged, confined
The rats are gnawing at my insides
So ease my soul
Let distance erase the ties that you hold

I was not taught to talk
My mouth is dumb
I'm afraid that my mind is done
And my heart is numb
For always

And I know you were hoping
That my dastardly days were done
That I'd finally grow up and become
The perfect son
But I'm a recluse
I am stubborn and I am obtuse
I have wasted away my youth
Singing songs

Cut the label I wear
With the scalpel you thrust
Into my hand
For I, I do not want
The gifts that you gave me
The gifts that I've got

I was not taught to talk
My mouth is dumb
I'm afraid that my mind is done
And my heart is numb
For always

And I know you were hoping
That my dastardly days were done
That I'd finally grow up and become
The perfect son
But I'm a recluse
I am stubborn and I am obtuse
I have wasted away my youth
Singing songs