Elliott - Intellectual

At work my mom had called me with some unreal news

It seems the nurse had called her earlier the facts were all confused

But the point of conversation had revolved around you

If you won't ask me for help yourself of course I'm gona refuse

See I don't know you anymore, I won't walk in your shoes

I cannot sing your blues, I will not drink your booze

And you don't know me anymore, you never even knew

You missed as I grew, you ditched what I been through

On the phone your voice was never there I even called your friends

To let you know that you would have to be the one to try to make amends

As I recite this, I know that there will never be and end

I've never really cared too much before, but things can change within

I may pretend you meant nothing i've inherited your lier

Engraved within my memory you sitting on that chair

What did I do? Why am I so perfect? How about Andy?

He's a bitch just like your mother, here Chris go buy some candy

And thats fucked up. Fuck you. Die too

Only momma knows why she had stood so long there beside you

There on that chair, glaring at us like only you can

Staring, flaring nostrils like the cape of a villain

As a child I remember floor lamps brown stripes

Open packs of cigarettes and back seats to dodge vans

Visiting apartments with your hiding girlfriends

Mom and Andy crying too much and me with them

Old enough to analyze now and thinking awfully hard

It seems to me a wife and two sons ain't easy to discard

You came back at night to start fights and mom had stood her guard

Six foot seven with a piece of wood from the yard

I faked sleep, take deep breaths, you disappeared

After one year zero just a pillow full of mother tears

Oh yeah, I didn't know it at the time but that bitch you left

Had barely kept the house and was now drowning within your debt

I don't pretend to hate my dad

I don't pretend to like him

When I think about what I just heard I wish that I could fight him

Why would you call me seven years without something?

You fucking, drunk don't ever call again thanks for nothing

If you liked us all along then you must be dumb as hell

Vision clouded by the whiskey you were picking from the well

You watched TV ignoring me who cares you might as well

I hope one day you wake up and find yourself in hell