I don't know why this popped into my head
Don't blame me I'm just doing what my pencil said
Every meadow in life I seem to reach is dead,

Why?

Why do my personality quirks have to be ironed out?
Why is all the stuff I like considered ******* and tossed out?
Why does everybody have an opinion about my life?

Why do you try Brandon what could you hope to gain?
I honestly don't know the answer to that question anymore
Mom I love you but there's only so much I'm able to endure

So you want to know why I spend so much time with dad?
It's because he never judged me for quirks and flaws that I have
We do things we mutually have an interest in
Whether it's going to be guitar shops or staying and chilling like villains

You mean well, I know but you always force your ideas of perfection down my throat
With no time to digest them my personality chokes
And I hate that I become so liberated
When over the weekend you and I are separated
It hurts me to even write this, honestly it does

Me not wanting to do something to you is like an affront to the above,
I do believe in God, you've known that for all my days,
Do I not express my faith enough to you?
Would that brighten your days?
Well ill end this now, and possibly go cry,
I'm not sure what caused this rift, or better yet why
But I love you mom, just let me be me.
Whether it's showing up to church on a Wednesday evening,
Or playing guitar wearing my gloves and jeans