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
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