I feel the anger in my mother
Mary jane full of grace
She did see looked at that
Man's anger in his face
(It was out of place)
While I hid under a comforter
As the only older brother
If he yells at her like this
Does he even love her?
Three little words
Sit on my mind's doorstep
Singing sour songs
Of melodies kind of blue singing
Does anyone really love you
Now subject off of her.
To where my eyes can't see.
If he doesn't love her.
Does he even like me?
(Away to outer space)
Sitting in the dark
Hiding in a closet
No, I'm not gay to be honest
Even though the hundreds
Of times I've been called it.
I'm hiding cause confiding
In this small room
Hid me from my father's
Wrath outrage of doom.
Maybe that says too much
Stretched the view too soon.
I was a kid but what he did
Malice Alice and the moon.
Never threw a strike.
That is what I liked.
I cannot avoid a roar.
Easily annoyed them for some reason.
Was it his time of the month off season
Like spicy curry
Like three stooges.
Mo Larry never curly.
Angst angus mad cow beef.
More aggressive man you weak.
Muscle up gym lady's tan.
Boost up those levels man.
Overdose low testosterone
Big dick energy complete Pete bone.
I feel better now post calzone.
Got that money medicine.
Eat cereal post at home.
Where I feel most alone.
Three little words
Sit on my mind’s doorstep
Smoking sweet bongs
Of memories we've been through
Singing do you really love you.