Confusion Killed the Teenager
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII Indecisive, staring, wondering what you wish of me.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII With unclear directions, I walk the other way.
You yell at me more strange intrusions, so I go the way directed.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII My eyes flit other places, because I plead for you to leave.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII I could follow in submission, but forever I'm a rebel.
And every time I hear an order I roll my eyes and stomp away.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII You don't quite understand, that I misunderstood,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII And feel like banging mallets onto your thick skull.
You feel no apprehension; you don't when it's time to stop.
And put away the broom before I shoot your beating heart.
I stare down crooked hallways,
And peer through broken doors.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII And I'd tell you where my heart is,
But it's just a hollow, torrent shell.
I don't know my left from right.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII For my eyes stare through my ankles
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII And my feet can hold a hose.
If you don't shut theIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I'll put ten bullets up your nose.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII FRONT DOOR
Fill my brain with reason, These directions don't make sense.
Unless you are a genius, can’t tell my mother from a fence.
Cool down your temper, and maybe I'll pay more attention.
Kill me now, for until then, my life's an intervention.
"Moron, this bolt goes through that hole, you're such a stupid runt.
You couldn't tell the difference between a sharp tip and a blunt."
Like you'd know, I think you're the dumb one here (That's right!).
If I told you to make pasta, you'd probably give us toast.
For that's only because you're lazy.
End this conversation now.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII I think if you keep talking, my head might just explode.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII With unclear directions, I walk the other way.
You yell at me more strange intrusions, so I go the way directed.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII My eyes flit other places, because I plead for you to leave.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII I could follow in submission, but forever I'm a rebel.
And every time I hear an order I roll my eyes and stomp away.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII You don't quite understand, that I misunderstood,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII And feel like banging mallets onto your thick skull.
You feel no apprehension; you don't when it's time to stop.
And put away the broom before I shoot your beating heart.
I stare down crooked hallways,
And peer through broken doors.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII And I'd tell you where my heart is,
But it's just a hollow, torrent shell.
I don't know my left from right.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII For my eyes stare through my ankles
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII And my feet can hold a hose.
If you don't shut theIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I'll put ten bullets up your nose.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII FRONT DOOR
Fill my brain with reason, These directions don't make sense.
Unless you are a genius, can’t tell my mother from a fence.
Cool down your temper, and maybe I'll pay more attention.
Kill me now, for until then, my life's an intervention.
"Moron, this bolt goes through that hole, you're such a stupid runt.
You couldn't tell the difference between a sharp tip and a blunt."
Like you'd know, I think you're the dumb one here (That's right!).
If I told you to make pasta, you'd probably give us toast.
For that's only because you're lazy.
End this conversation now.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII I think if you keep talking, my head might just explode.