But I cry at the sign of fear! I cry at the sign of my father getting ready to yell, To look surprised and say little, I am surprised with the embrace of him, I am a boy, wallowing in my nightmares and underwear, looking at him. And then we got a cat, With a chimney, Roasting hot dogs, And a bird flew in And made us feel guilty, My father let him out to freedom, Couldn't do the same for me. Exhaled him With a blanket, I wish he'd tuck me in Even then Even now For Christmas So momentarily When his wedding was so beautiful And crushed me for years to come I long And I'm short And there's a sadness Wanting to sit with me On this couch I surely hope we can hope That we have this god given right But hell, who am I And do I belong there I belong where, you say? Jesus Christ, you are to my dismay. So don't save me, I'd fit in better in hell Oh God, look at me, feel how I smell, I'm already wrapped up in my shell Because I know what will happen, One of my brothers will have a fit, Pack up, And move out Down the line Once again This time I'm in front