My mother gives away kisses
Like handfuls of halloween candy
Given to strangers in the hope
They don't trick her later
(they do)
So now I don't know how
To keep my affections
Without giving myself away
Little by little each time
In the hopes I can pretend
I'm not tricking them now
(i don't)

My father buys me things
To fill a void
He helped create
It never seems to be filled
So he keeps stuffing it
In hopes both of us
Will feel less guilty at the end of the day
(he does)
So now I don't know how to feel sad
Without want
And I take in selfishness
To fill a void I let open
In hopes I feel less guilty at the end of the day
(i don't)