uncle - Echolyn

Mother do you mind if I sleep in today?

There’s a boy on the corner who likes to pick on me

He knows the places I hide… I can’t get away

He likes to see me cry, so he knocks me down again

Finger points at my chest, bad breath in my face

Hits me like his father would hit him

Try to run if I could… I can’t get away

It’s not like what’s under my bed

I feel like a Charlie Brown look-alike

Look like a polyester king

In my new suit from Arties, that’s right in town

My dress shoes from Acme never fit

He called me a goofy geek choir boy

Catholic school freckled little twerp

Black frames they hang on my pudgy cheeks

Pants hoisted up in case of flood

All I hear is mother’s voice saying this is not how I raised

You

Over and over again making my head spin like a little top

A corrective hand, the punishment

This time I’ve got sentenced to my room

Why can’t they see I didn’t start this one

But I’ll take all the blame again and I don’t know why!

Why, Why Why?

What if I told you I was sorry?

Would you drop the strap and let me have dessert?

I’d even take the plate out of my pants

So you won’t hurt your hand

Let me come down from my room let me speak

I think that I’ve sat long enough

I think that I’ve thought long enough

I owe myself this walk outside today

The world is not as big as I today

Mother do you mind… I'm feeling awfully brave

I want to hear you say… say it for myself

Say it now… I can’t hear you

Now is here right now… it's my turn now

My mornings are more carefree

I don’t have to look over my shoulder

I breathe a little easier now my conscience is free

I am what I told you