Always remembered But never listened Everyone thinks The same way you do Tired of patterns Tired of guilt Picked up a hitchhiker Hoped to get killed Everyone thinks The same way you do Pieces of bone I'm one of the few Dreamt I was going bald Dreamt I was loosing it all Dreamt I was sleeping with my myself Now sometimes I see That I'm not my songs I know I can do Whatever I want But you are a man And I am your son We have our fights But we get along Yet I can't remember The last time you drank And didn't sleep on your own But still I'll drink myself to sleep And I'll smoke as much as I need I think I'm doing something wrong