"I wouldn't call it a song" of Myself.

I’ve a father like a broken record
A dusty vinyl to a needle
He keeps repeating himself on and on again
As he gets old and it gets old.

I’ve a mother who I can’t really say
I know well enough to love
But I love her more than I love my dad
Who I know even less.

I’ve a brother who I wanted to be
For reasons I never knew
But I grew older and more cynical
And he grew more human every time I saw him.

I've friends who I know I don't deserve
But who don't know who I am
Because I'm different around each of them
And they're all different around me.

I’ve a mind that’s warmer than it seems
And cloudy as an autumn day
As the wind blows I grow colder
And catch people unawares.

And this mind of mine asks questions
To which no answers can be found,
But the funny thing is, it seems to me
I never ask questions about myself.

Mother

The sun and earth waltz round and round
The size of earth goes down and down
Until our mother, breathing hard,
Is flatter than a playing card,
With the sun still going round and round.

In the darkest night where horrors lie
We dream of what it is to die
And what it’s like to fall and fall –
Our mother can’t be seen at all
To whisper to us soothing lies.

But where are we falling if not to Earth
For Hell is not our place of birth
And our father lost in paradise
From where we are is cold as ice
So who will catch us if not the Earth?