Hearing about what I used to do, and what I could be doing starting to take it's toll.
Little things I could improve on
I don't want to here about it
I can't
I know I won't be able to compare to you
So I'll just do the exact opposite
I'll be that **** up
It's not at all that I'm trying to be
it's just...
I mean it's more or less that's how I feel when we converse
We have our times but I can't keep getting compared
to all these kids that seem like they'd be more suited for you
sorry I'm not the son you expected
sorry I'm not the son that could shoot straight, or play football
or go fishing,
Or all the things you clearly wanted me to do with my life
I'm sorry I couldn't live up to you
I guess there's really not much more to say than that