I Wrote This Song for You (And All I Got Was This Lousy Resentment)

All my life, disappointed in The men I've called my own Choose to trust, choices feel thin You get used to it, I suppose Your free will, exercised In a circus like display Character; developed from A father's lacking of Here I am Eroded by the weather Hope you're feeling better Pile it on Put it on my shoulders Watch me throw it over Accomplishing all that you could not Called in sick, I get it Once upon a time, the speed had me beat The pack of needles you keep put away For a rainy day Your next run, the next impulse Falling asleep at the road Don't worry if you can't pay the rent You'll always have your green sugar under your tongue Here I am Eroded by the weather Hope you're feeling better Pile it on Put it on my shoulders Watch me throw it over Accomplishing all that you could not