A ten and some change
On the bureau,
Tomorrow's haircut or bad choice.
And she's in one of those moods
On about how she has to be up by noon.

I've been trying to change
Somethings about me,
How I'm staying up late
And making you think I'm too dependent.

Well, I guess I've always been a gapeseed
It's part of the reason my father and I don't speak
And I can tell when I've become a burden,
It's like a sick sixth-sense I was birthed with