My heart’s too soft to let you go;
I can’t turn my back like others would.
I’m stuck,
Son, I’m fazed
You’ve got me positioned to…
I will not be fazed!
Boy, I will not be trapped!
Best believe that my feet are,
Firmly planted deep,
In this broken soil!
Listen carefully!
Hear the shattering pieces
Of my tired soul
Feel my weariness.
I’ve become tender and weak.
I will not be molded by
Your potter’s hands,
Your crooner’s voice.
I will not be swayed to
See you right.
Still I’m drunk, I’m fazed
You’ve got me positioned to…
NO!