i know your son is handicapped
and it can’t be easy
all the useless platitudes
we all say
on the way
to our evenings
i’ve seen some brand name hate
in some generic human beings
people say they wanna change
but they don’t know what they mean
you can never know a loss
like the gaping wound inside you
gnawing at your mind
every building you walk into
if i sing a song of joy
who the hell would believe
if i press the grapes of wrath
is the juice even worth the squeeze
i know you loved your dad
and now he’s dead
yall had some stuff to sort out
now it won’t get said
i’ve seen some brand name hate
in some generic human beings
people say they wanna change
but they don’t know what they mean
you can never know a loss
like the gaping wound inside you
gnawing at your mind
every building you walk into
if i sing a song of joy
who the hell would believe
if i press the grapes of wrath
is the juice even worth the squeeze
what will happen to the shirt that you wore on your birthday
when you realized everything was mostly a feeling
and you blew out the candles
on your birthday cake
everything was surreal
your mother was fake
what’s this strange tradition?
what’s the cult of years
i thought we’d press the grapes of wrath
instead we all got beers
you can never know a loss
like the gaping wound inside you
gnawing at your mind
every building you walk into
if i sing a song of joy
who the hell would believe
if i press the grapes of wrath
is the juice even worth the squeeze