It was a green morning You told me in a cab You fucked me in mourning Just like that dream i'd already had I was a father For a few weeks But you wouldn't let me I was just your fodder For a good night sleep Im stuck in daydreams and sex dreams And reality i cant keep straight Like you saying you wanted 2 ½ kids with a white picket fence My erratic heart rate has started to inflate And i don't know when it will stop In this cab i'm aware of the blood in my ears But its been there all these years I was a father For a few weeks But you wouldn't let me I was just your fodder For a good night sleep And when i think of those booze filled brunches The sour aftertaste of your lipstick on my face I think how kids mostly hate me And how i wont make that much money