How Come I Can Pick My Ears

Stepped Out Into The Cold, Collar High, Under The Slate Gray Sky. The Air Was Smoking And The Streets Were Dry, And I Wasn't Joking When I Said Goodbye.

Being A Parent Has Taught Me A Lot Of Things Already, You Know, Though It's Only Been A Year And Half, And Has Made Me Address Parts Of Myself That I Would Otherwise Live In Comfortable Denial Of, Or You Know And - You Know, For Instance, My Self-loathing.

Somedays The Line I Walk Turns Out To Be Straight - Other Days The Line Tends To Deviate.

You've Decided To Love Me For Eternity, I'm Still Deciding Who I Want To Be Today.

I Don't Care If They Eat Me Alive, I've Got Better Things To Do Then Survive.