How do I tell the story of my mother [gone?] crazy
Last seen living in the woods
Outside of Branson, Missouri
Now I try to write it down
But I cannot recollect
The order of the situations
What came to pass and what happened next

So I kick it back to 12 when I was a smaller kid
With some pigtails and some candy
And a box of bunny rabbits
Living in a shitty surfing shack
In Del Mar, California
Dumpstering boxes from Circle K
So I could build a fort

How do I tell the story of running the fuck away
Down to the railroad tracks almost every single day
Right along the cliffs overlooking Torrey Pines
With pinecones bigger than your head
Well you are losing your mind

Cuz you got into a fight
With your mom who did beliеve
She could speak to Dеanna Troi telepathically
You know that psycho crazy bitch from Star Trek: TNG
Who could read everyone's thoughts
My mom said she could do that - to me
So open up your mouth
And let it all out
Just gotta get it all out
Get it off your fucking chest

The shit that you’ve been through
Is the reason you’re you
And I bet someone is listening with a similar history

Once the words are spoken
And it's all out in the open
It will help other people feel a lot less broken

So open up your mouth
And let it all out
Just gotta get it all out
Get it off your fucking chest