The Couch
You hadn′t seen your father in such a long time
He died in the arms of his lover how dare he
Your mother never left the house
She never married anyone else you took it upon yourself to console her
You reminded her so much of your father
So you were banished and you wonder why you′re so hypersensitive
And why you can′t trust anyone but us
But then how can I begin to forgive her under so many bridges with dirty water
She was foolish and selfish and cowardly if you ask me
I don′t know where to begin in all of my 50 odd years
I have been silently suffering and adapting perpetuating and enduring
Who are you younger generation to tell me that I have unresolved problems
Not many examples of fruits of this type of excruciating labour
How can you just throw words around like grieve and heal and mourn
I feel fine we may not have been born as awake as you were
It was much harder in those days we had paper routes up hill both ways
We went from school to a job to a wife to instant par