The Apple Falls Very Far From the Tree

You've got to go to school, my dear The teachers will be upset The murmurs you hear at night don't matter I don't care that you haven't slept Stop thinking things are what they are not My shouts will only ever get angrier Every morning and every night You've got to see the future You've got to plan it out And stop flinching when no one shouts What are you always thinking about In your ignorant little mind? Do irrelevant murmurs float around inside? Listen to me talk, I'm here on earth, not in space There's necessary work and there's butterflies to chase And it's one or the other, you've got to choose There's college and jobs and driving to do Now get out of your room and stop with that stare Stop dancing with a ghost 'cause no one's there