I sit in this suffocating box of darkness Covered with a million more boxes on top of it I sit in this room with nothing to do , all day and everyday after it One would assume by this time I'd be crushed Because I'm "helpless" and "weighed down too much" Presumably I'm starving and might grow up to be an alcoholic Assumedly I'm shy and don't think before I try Maybe I'm just falsely yours, or perhaps I'm yours entirely... With this out the way, All that's left to say is happy father's day to the man that tried to be