Another day of recollection
on your kitchen counter throne
wonderin' where the 90's went
and why this doesn't feel like home
the time pours in with the afternoon
through the hole in the window screen
so you draw the curtain closed
and hope to pass away unseen

Yet again you're twelve years old
feeling like your life's been sold
nothing's ever gonna change if you don't

Take a look outside
morning breaks
with a handful of guilt
This is justified
by every angle
you have built
You are the mastermind apprentice of anxiety
in society both real and weathered down
but you can write it all down
you can write it all down
you can write it, fold it, burn it
fill the sink and watch it drown

it's a full house with no room to stay
with daughter, son and memories
of some guy who went away
not to mention all those people you talk to
that no one seems to see
must be hard when you can't get a day
away from company

You don't want this grown-up mold
and the novel's getting old
but nothing's ever gonna change if you don't...

Take a look outside
morning breaks
with a handful of guilt
This is justified
by every angle
you have built
You are the mastermind apprentice of anxiety
in society both real and weathered down
but you can write it all down
you can write it all down
you can write it, fold it, burn it
fill the sink and watch it drown

Yeah, definitely a work in progress

EDIT: Just thought you guys might like to know that this song is all about my mom. It's based on one memory of my mother sitting on the kitchen counter by herself smoking a cigarette and looking out our kitchen window onto our patio. There was a little hole in the screen and the sun was really bright that day and the breeze was blew through the open window and a fly got in through the open screen and it was just a typical summer day in the mid-late 90's. But my mom wasn't happy or exuberant or energetic, because she kept running back to her childhood, feeling as though things needed to be handed to her, small and helpless, stuck in a world that demanded more of her than she was prepared to or knew how to give. And thus, she felt twelve years old again, a child in need of a hug, a little help, and someone to guide her back to safety.

DOUBLE EDIT: under construction, fixing chorus and other various details