Delayed Gratification

I fear I'll release this and nothing will change

You won't get that hint and I'll still be the same

I won't be forward enough with the words I choose to make any semblance of a difference

A pat on the back or a slap on the wrist

I wonder if Springsteen ever felt like this

And now I walk through the city at night

With these bad, bad, bad thoughts in my mind

You don't believe in me and I swear that's fine

But I don't think I'm gonna come home tonight

And I wanna die in a fireball on the highways

Driving the Olds' Eighty-Eight

But now I've got a nosebleed on 295

And I am praying that I make it home alive

So I can say the things that I've gotta say to my father

For the first time in my life

For the last time

Because Dad I've paid attention

I've watched every move

I swear I've learned my lesson

Look at all the things I do

Anyone else would've sold that car for spare parts

But you built it back piece by piece until it would finally start

No one in this family is so musically inclined

But I remember when I was young

You'd sing to me every single night