I fear I'm dying of complications
Complications due to things that I've left undone
That all my debts will be left unpaid

Feel like a crippled without a cane
I'm like a jack of all trades
Who's a master of none


Then there's my father
He's always looking on the bright side

Saying things like "son life just ain't that hard"
He is the grand optimist
I am the world's poor pessimist

You give him buttons sometimes
And he will escape unscarred


I guess I take after my mother

I used to be quite resilient

Gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary
Now the wound has begun to turn
Another lesson that has gone unlearned

But this is not a cry for pitty or for sympathy

I guess I take after my mother