One evening spent alone inside the stockroom
After a week of evenings spent alone inside the stockroom
A prayer from heaven hollowed out my brain
And all at once my tiny thoughts became a little louder

Amidst my calculating sales for next July
And my organizing drill bits by their diametric size
Daddy's allen keys came tumbling down before I caught them
A purple lump formed on my head and I landed on my bottom
And in my hollow howling head
I could hear my smarter self as he said

Life as I lead it will only get smaller
The longer I laze, the louder I holler
It won't conger up some sort of useful response
To the questions I'm asking each day
Like why would a father perpetually bother
To tie his own son to a fate, even he designates a mistake

And tonight in the back of our store front on a city street
He's crying for the first time in front of me
He still can't call his own bluff
So tomorrow I'm saying enough and goodbye