Policar, 2003.
Yeah, I've heard the song
'bout how you and my dad don't get along
I know the history.
But you gotta know
that was long ago.
It's got nothing to do with me.
You know what it's like.
It's the same damn crowd
in the same damn town
you got out of as a kid.
But it's twenty years gone
and I'm all alone,
I can't do it like you did.
I just wanna be out
of this house, of the church in
that drafty old room with the moldy old folks downstairs.
But I don't wanna live like an urchin,
I'm searchin' for somebody else who cares.
Dad preaches all day
when he's on, and when he's off
he hasn't got that much to say.
Mom thinks he's a saint, but she's got that cough,
and he says that she's just gotta pray.
If he knew what I do, well, it'd be rough.
There's no way for me to stay.
I know about you.
You were part of Mom's family when I was a kid,
And she says Dad's stories ain't true.
I don't know how you'll read this, but hope you do,
And I hope I'm easy to find
Before it's too late
And I run out of wait,
Or worse, I change my mind.
I just wanna be out
of this town, off these streets where I'm tired
of everybody's stares
Like they know what the trick is,
it's making me sick.
I'm just looking for someone who cares.