My Father Told Me, Son

Written March 29, 2013 mother. father. always you wrestle inside me When I was 8 years old I got a model train set for Christmas Not a slingshot or BB gun Instead of going around in circles I moved it right off the tracks How it crashed and burned When I was 12 years old My father told me "son, Don't you lose my best rod and reel Or bend the strings that I strung" So I jumped in the ocean Setting these wheels in motion This could be such a simple song But how we were wrong When I hit the big 2-0 I found a delicate flower In the old junkyard field I thought I'd give it to momma But when I brought home that flower The petals fell off in the shower Adam's tale ended tragic And so does this song When I breathed in the chemicals And felt so alone Such a precious regret that they own That I never had friends in my own home Life is a horror story Without a plot twist My life was a mystery Where everyone did it Now were stuck on the precipice Without a third wish This could be such a simple song But how we were wrong