Momma never told me anything
About days like this,
Neither parent really shared their soul.
No philosophical thoughts poured from there mouths
Seeing past their noses was their only goal.
I’m getting bored of me,
I’m getting bored of Chris,
It’s time another fella took the wheel.
That’s the only way that I’ll evolve;
The only way for me to balloon the way I feel.
So, don’t be horrified when I tear off my skin
When my new stage is about to begin.
This is how I must spread out my arms
And see that they are now a pair of wide white wings.