i use the word “love” way too often
it has always been a problem
one day i know it’s gonna be my fatal flaw
’cause i’m the little boy who cried it
and nobody seemed to mind it
but when it’s been real i’ve seen it fail to register at all
i have stayed in way too late
played way too many games
there’s a lot of ways to deal with the impression that i leave
compliment or criticize
condescend or analyze
or you can clap along if you are just like me
i will not hang this on my parents
though it could have that appearance
psychologists, psychiatrists and dentists all agree
that if you mix a kid that’s lonely
with a disapproving home
you get a drink that bears remarkable resemblance to me
i won’t click to that cliché
when in oh so many ways
i am happy with the freak that i am growing up to be
i’ve got sorrow i’ve got shame
and i’m learning that’s ok
and you can...
so clap along if you’ve got issues
clap along if you’ve got flaws
clap along if you’ve got mornings where you don’t leave bed at all
clap along if you’ve stayed silent when you should stand up and fight
clap along if people hate you and you kind of take their side
don’t we all have our afflictions?
don’t we all have battle scars?
doesn’t everybody know the same three chords on this guitar?
be you victors, be you victims
when you listen to this song
is there anyone i’ve missed who feels compelled to clap along?