My mom died when I was young
(and dad did too)
and this really bothered me
for many years
I had so many dreams where it
wasn't true and
she was really alive
in spite of the seeming truth
One day I realized something;
My mom didn't mean to,
She didn't do it on purpose...
but by dying... she set me free
Mine was already dead before I was born
And now she sits in the back room with a face full of storms
Storms sent my way because I refuse to compromise
And have eyes stolen the same way
When her illusion didn't die
My fathers a martian though and that fine
Hes the only man I know who'll stop for mushroom
Before his heart been broken