My Mother screamin and cryin, my Father over there laughin’
circumstances of life, was it an overreaction?
Maybe I should stop askin’, wonder if God even listens,
before I make this decision, blow my brains in the kitchen.
Or maybe do it unnoticed, bathroom, gun in my mouth,
while everyone in the house, sit back, click-clack, POW.
Eating a bullet for breakfast, and right before the ignition…
I’ll reflect for a second, my recollections been missin’.