The Fifteenth Day

I was a son and I still am I wanna tell you that I have up more than I intended But I won't give up no more Oh, they ask for it and I said no Oh, as convinced as a man you'll know How was this supposed to go? Stuck on the if's the and's and the althoughs Was I still yours how could I know When my fiber began to unwind And when I couldn't pretend that the if's and then's Weren't taking quarter in the back of my mind Well from out so far they seem to raise the bar So what now? How many days till I get back to par? Till the ghost gives up Oh, they ask for it and I said no Oh, as convinced as a man you'll know Was I still yours? I didn't know In my asking like an orphan for more On the car ride up, on the fifteenth day I made my asking with my head on the door I offered my insides, up into the skies Unto an after-fact altar where no offering is wise Where I expected that which would not be done Where I missed the meaning of what it was to be a son Where I asked amiss in a selfishness Where I saw in my hand a snake what was really a fish Where the measure I held spread a little too thin I tried to bulk it up with talk but it was all talk to begin with So the morning brought about a brand new fall of man And I woke a son asunder just trying to measure up again Till the ghost gives up Oh I know, it wasn't easy for me It wasn't easy for you to let go So let go I was a son and I still am I want to tell you that