Just existing ain’t enough

So when it comes to my own birthday

I’ll forgo the bags of stuff

For a chance to prove I’ve earned them

Just a fork, a knife, and cup

So I can eat my words and swallow all my pride

And Newton’s first mistake

Was telling me that I could drop your heart

And it would never break

Like an apple from a tree

It might get bruised but it would take

Something greater than just gravity

To crack its little walls

And if you give me twenty bars

I’ll write a hit

But give me love and I’ll mishandle it

Newton’s second son

Made his home there in the shadow

Of the handsome older one

Made an outline for a life

He could be proud of when it’s done

Made his name but kept it strictly to himself

But soon he grew too tall

For the unmoving shadow

To cover much of him at all

But the firstborn didn’t mind

‘Cause he was still best at basketball

And he reminded him most any chance he got

And you could give me peace on Earth

Complete with proof

You gave me love, but all I want’s the truth

Newton’s third date

Was with a girl he wouldn’t know he didn’t love

Till far too late

So I met him where desire merges with I-278

And he sat me down and gave me all his thoughts

He said your birthday’s coming soon

And I’d be remiss if I didn’t make some attempt

At lassoing the moon

Even though to these festivities

You say you are immune

I can’t help it, see, what else are fathers for?

So he laid me down his laws

So plain and clear

And I just sat there fighting back the tears

And he gave me all the love that I can take

It seems there’s laws that even I can’t break

Yes he gave me everything that I can take

It seems there’s love that even I can’t break