Perfect Son

Caged, confined The rats are gnawing at my insides So ease my soul Let distance erase the ties that you hold I was not taught to talk My mouth is dumb I'm afraid that my mind is done And my heart is numb For always And I know you were hoping That my dastardly days were done That I'd finally grow up and become The perfect son But I'm a recluse I am stubborn and I am obtuse I have wasted away my youth Singing songs Cut the label I wear With the scalpel you thrust Into my hand For I, I do not want The gifts that you gave me The gifts that I've got I was not taught to talk My mouth is dumb I'm afraid that my mind is done And my heart is numb For always And I know you were hoping That my dastardly days were done That I'd finally grow up and become The perfect son But I'm a recluse I am stubborn and I am obtuse I have wasted away my youth Singing songs