Would it upset you if the one goal that I could see to
Is to beat you? Impress you?
I've had it planned, and the first step required me to stop
Being a hand on your watch
a thin black limb ripped off
I haven't told you about the past 5 years of my life, have I?
I can only tell you through lyrical clues
You tell me yours through passive Post-Its on my door
And when you sleepwalk and snore
Paternal matador
I made you something
I made you something that fits
I made you one thing
I made you one thing, this is it
I can't relive those frustrated moments in the basement
Begging me to get pissed; to raise my little fists
And leave a trail of fallen football players in my wake
I was 12 then
Fresh from 11
I can't explain how surprised I was to see where you work
Far from heroic, rife with "Somebody's gotta do it" cicatrix
You were living out of boxes and emotional bottles
And nobody there cared
Matching monitor glares
I made you something
I made you something that fits
I made you one thing
I made you one thing, this is it
I hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suit
I hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suit
If not, then this:
I was 15
I felt 6
And you were just my height
It was cold
It was nude cold
And you spoke like you were typing while talking
My mouth filled with snow
I wept on my mother's pillow
And I vowed:
"I do not get mad
I do not get mad
I do not get mad
I do not get angry, angry
I do not get mad
I do not get mad
I get even, get even
I get even, get even
I get even, get even, get even"
I made you something
I made you something that fits
I made you one thing
I made you one thing, this is it
I hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suit
I hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suit
I love you regardless