In case you were wondering, they came in yesterday
Three or four thousand
None with ribbons
Your mother would be ashamed
Your mother would be the blamed

It looks like you were about to notice and disapprove
Delivered, mishandled
No one told you
Your father would be proud
Your father is not allowed

Tell me again about what you wanted for your life
A simpler machine
Not with your dreams
You are the sum of many things
You are the son of everything