Vacation days
Foreign automobiles,
So the kids are safe,
Leather hands on the wheel.

For porcelain plates,
Beg and borrow and steal.
It’s not what you make,
But what makes you real.

So ain’t it strange
To spend all your days
Watering a seed,
Just hoping it bears your face?

No one complains
When the weather is warm
Must be okay
If there’s nothing wrong.

It takes a plane,
A bomb, or a baby,
To wake you up
When you’re lost in the lobby.

So, why we birth?
Why we look harder
To find a womb
To fill with a daughter?

Or make a son
With a girl that’s forever?
You met her in high school,
Said you would die together.

You work harder
Just to get closer
But all of the days that you wasted away
Won’t ever come back, now, will they?

We work harder
Just to get closer
But all of the days that we wasted away
Won’t ever come back, now, will they?