Opinion Lyrics

the first thing i remember was the friction in the room

and that brown spinet piano

that never played in tune the cruel impatient tyrant,

the frustrated malcontent,

the need to find the pieces,

and the absence of cement no one ever told me about the

right way to love and no one ever showed me what we're

supposed to be made of so don't be too forthright about

what you think that i should be and i'll willingly

accept your low opinion of me the last thing i remember

was the slamming of the door and the resonance of my

imperfection broke the silence once more the selfish

angry bastard who doesn't want to hear

i tried to learn compassion you turned the other ear

the worn out broken record who doesn't fit the mold the

righteous independent,

the mood so harsh and cold momma never told me about the

right way to love and daddy never showed me what we're

supposed to be made of so don't be too forthright about

what you think that i should be and i'll willingly accept

your low

opinion of me