Everyone has *** darling,
you cannot claim that as your own,
nor your past of broken heels
and your father's broken home.
I scored blood over my wrist
and toiled, toiled, toiled
in the sun.

I stood in line for my freedom
to find that there was none.

We are all maladjusted darling,
all singing to an empty sky,
all pastured by the government
and living amongst The Lie.
You cannot claim your illness
as the dissolution of G-d,

you cannot find a kindness
if you do not spare the rod.

Everyone loves a ******* darling,
in that you are not alone,
your father with his whiskey breath,
all cancer and flesh and bone.
I scored a high in an empty field
and howled, howled, howled
at the moon.

I stood up for the years that I had crawled,
for all our happiness that came too soon.

There's good and bad in everyone's past
there are steps i never want to re-trace
slow to grow, but anger fast
so much regret of love misplaced

any day could be our last
the past is better off erased
re-living is small, but the future is vast
let's never again face what we faced

from this day, all i ask
is that our hearts be inter-laced
i forever want to have you back
my mom can never be replaced