don't get the wrong idea
i only have two eyes
but i sleep with an open window
open frontal lobe
so i can hear the sounds
under the bleachers
on a cardboard bed
i learned our american dream
to be a marketing scheme
and i'm growing tired
of our political christ
i'm sorry but i did not come
to your social justice club
i'm struggling right now
listen:
do you ever wish
that you were still just a child
with the innocence and ignorance
to take it in and simply smile
when all i really wanted to do
was play in the woods
just me and my brother
and my brother and me
and maybe you
it's your mother calling
she's the voice of god
she says "don't you worry
i'm still right here
feel my arms and hear my song"