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Oh these little rejections how they add up quicklyOne small sideways look and I feel so ungoodSomewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to makeMe feel the way I thought only my father could Oh these little rejections how they seem so real to meOne forgotten birthday I’m all but cooked

Dear momma’s boy I know you’ve had your butt licked by your motherI know you’ve enjoyed all that attention from herAnd every woman graced with your presence afterDear narcissus boy I know you’ve never really apologized for anythingI know you’ve never really taken responsibilityI know you’ve never really listened to a woman Dear me-show boy

If it weren’t for your maturity none of this would have happenedIf you weren’t so wise beyond your years I would’ve been able to control myselfIf it weren’t for my attention you wouldn’t have been successful andIf it weren’t for me you would never have amounted to very much Ooh this could be messyBut you

What’s it been over a decade?It still smarts like it was four minutes agoWe only influenced each other totallyWe only bruised each other even more so What are you my blood? You touch me like you are my bloodWhat are you my dad? You affect me like you are my dad How long can a

you were full and fully capableyou were self sufficient and needlessyour house was fully decorated in that sense you were taken with me to a pointa case of careful what you wish forbut what you knew was enough to begin and so you called and courted fiercelyso you reached out, entirely fearlessand yet you knew