I hate to blame her, but I’ve no other choice. Because when you grow up with someone who’s so judgmental as a parent Who practically glues you to the hip, You’ve no choice but to grow up acting just like them. Well, perhaps not JUST like them Because I’m trying to get away. Now, to be honest, I’m lazy and irresponsible. There’s no getting around that. And so I guess that’s why I’ve always believed that she knows best Even though, as beautiful and busy as she is, She’s stubborn as all h*ll. So whether you meant to or not, You’ve gotten me to believe that I can live a successful life As long as I’ve always got money, a house, and job. It doesn’t matter if I go around hating things I can’t understand. No – you’ve SCARRED me. There’s no getting around that, either. I love you, but I think I also can’t stand you. I take the time to understand you And you never do me the favor in return. The physical things are important But what does it matter, in ANY case, If it lacks emotion?