do you remember naptimes how we'd lay down on that big old bed
just above the covers in the house we used to live in
and you'd been at work all day and so you were tired
so you never really noticed when i'd slip down to the floor
with tiny feet unsure
but steadied by the carpet fibers between my toes
i'd stumble to the door, peak my head and go
you woke up twelve years later and i was vandalizing signs
for luxury condominiums and politicians without spines
the next thing that you know i am calling you from jail
you know i would have loved you anyway if you hadn't post my bail
but i'm not sure if you realize all the tears that fell from my eyes
when you told me it was worthless those three days i spent in hell
and thought i knew that you were wrong
and though i proved it in a song
you made me feel weak when i needed to feel strong
you made me wonder if it was really just a game all along?
and i know it would make you happy if i'd just focus on my degree
put down my guitar and give up anarchy
come home every summer play the way other kids play
be happy getting' drunk each night and waitin' tables every day
but hey dad, i'm an anarchist
it's not a phase and it's not a disease
and though my hands are worn for my age
would you still hold one of them please?
i just want you to know that i love you
and i want you to love me too
right now i'm not sure where home is
but i'm sure there's room there for you
i want the same thing as every other homesick patched-up kid in this crowd
i want my dad to look at me; i want him to be proud.
just above the covers in the house we used to live in
and you'd been at work all day and so you were tired
so you never really noticed when i'd slip down to the floor
with tiny feet unsure
but steadied by the carpet fibers between my toes
i'd stumble to the door, peak my head and go
you woke up twelve years later and i was vandalizing signs
for luxury condominiums and politicians without spines
the next thing that you know i am calling you from jail
you know i would have loved you anyway if you hadn't post my bail
but i'm not sure if you realize all the tears that fell from my eyes
when you told me it was worthless those three days i spent in hell
and thought i knew that you were wrong
and though i proved it in a song
you made me feel weak when i needed to feel strong
you made me wonder if it was really just a game all along?
and i know it would make you happy if i'd just focus on my degree
put down my guitar and give up anarchy
come home every summer play the way other kids play
be happy getting' drunk each night and waitin' tables every day
but hey dad, i'm an anarchist
it's not a phase and it's not a disease
and though my hands are worn for my age
would you still hold one of them please?
i just want you to know that i love you
and i want you to love me too
right now i'm not sure where home is
but i'm sure there's room there for you
i want the same thing as every other homesick patched-up kid in this crowd
i want my dad to look at me; i want him to be proud.