your son

I love your son, I know you don't

Sleeps on my couch in last Friday's clothes

He's the same person, same flesh and bone

But you curse him out if he tries to go home

Another tirade in the kitchen

Getting mad at him for living

Used to say that you'd have nothing

If not for him

And I'm sorry you feel so hurt

But you'll never know his true worth

(...)

I love your son, I can't explain

How much it hurts to see him in pain

Just because you saw one kiss in the rain

And you decided that it was your place

Make him your new holy mission

Blame it all on sacreligion

Used to say that you'd have nothing

If not for him

And I'm sorry you feel so hurt

But you'll never know his true worth

You're a terrible person

But you made a pretty thing

And he's more than you could ever be

Your son was made perfectly

No matter what you think

The apple is miles from the tree

(...)

(we're sorry, the number you dialed is no longer in service)

(...)

I love your son, he loves me too

I'll keep him safe like you used to do

And even though the connection's worn through

I understand that he'll always love you