The telephone don't ring,
But I still feel the sting,
Of every word that I read
In the note that you texted.
It implied that I was
Born out of wedlock because
The name that you called me suggests such a meaning.
I quickly sent back a text
Based on what I suspect,
That both of your parents
Are probably canine.
Better..
It's gonna get better.
I gotta believe
It's gonna get better
I'm kinda lucky I guess
That this was only a text.
Cause if I was there
I might need a bandage
The words I read were enough
To cut me up pretty much
But that saved my ears
From decibel damage
And if I look to the West
And this isn't a test
Cause where you were standing
The clouds look like Mushrooms
Better.
It's gonna get better
I gotta believe
It's gonna get better
I wonder if there's a way
For me to gently convey
That there is a place for you
With walls that are padded
If not I guess I can move
Another planet sounds cool
I don't think it's to late
To learn to speak Martian or Klingon or Vulcan!
Better
It's gonna get better
I gotta believe
It's gonna get better