"Ok, honey, you look
Like a racoon
You've got to study for chemistry
You're only getting a B+
And how many times
Do I have to tell you
To wash the dishes?
Bring in the trash cans
Am I the only one
With a brain in this house?"
"Bu-"       "ah, that's one."
"But mom-"       "ah, that's two
Don't argue with me
I don't want to hear it
If course you're right
And I'm wrong
Whatever. Go to hell"

                                 Ok, first things first
                                I like how this looks
                               I've studied so much
                      My brain doesn't register
                     The information anymore
                And yeah, I'm a science geek
              But a B+ and the rest A's in an
                                    All honors lineup
      Is still pretty good for a sophmore
      And I was just going to wash them
If you'd given me five **** minutes
            And hey, we're both honor roll
                         Honors classes students
               So isn't that something to our intelligence?
                And hey, give me fourty-give seconds to explain, you don't even have to listen
          You could zone out for all I care
                   But if you don't want to be. interrupted
                               Then don't interrupt
                   If you don't want to hear it
                         Fine, listen to the HGTV
And honestly you seem to be the one
             Who never wants to be wrong
   So fine. At least the devil gives you a chance to speak.
      And you wonder why I talk to dad more.