Cliche

With a Thomas Guide
And a sea of pride
Yeah I’m insecure
So I need it more
Be quiet Mom and Dad
Want more than what I had
Stay till I’ve had my fill
Shut up and foot the bill
So my eyes are tired
But my smile’s wired
If you shake my hand
I’ll tell you all my plans
Just have to keep it up
This land of 'almost but'
My art is afterbirth
I’m here for what it’s worth
Thanks Mom
It’s good to know
I’ll see you at Christmas
Okay Mom
I’ve gotta go
I miss you too
Non-fiction resumes
Are just a passing phase
Got one foot in the door
But a meter’s more
I’m only what I’ll be
There’s no contingency
If I can’t make it there
Can’t make it anywhere
I’m sure I’ll get the part
If only my car would start
I don’t recognize his face
But I’ll kiss ass just in case
Don’t think I like this hole
Maybe I’ve just lost control
Can’t even feel my nose
But it’s not the first thing to go
Thanks Dad
I miss you too
Tell everyone that I say hi
Okay Dad
I’ve gotta go
Someone’s gonna make it
Might as well make it today
I never have to fake it
Cause I don’t care either way
The breakdowns are expensive
But the compliments are free
Everything you do is just the best now say
What can you do for me?