Wish List Jets To Brazil

Mom and dad, can't remember if I told you
How glad I am I finally got to know you
Years from when we met
After I left home

Let me sing you sweet and distant fictions
On lonely nights, you will lay and listen
If you don't like it, wait until I fix it

Then morning comes and cops invade my conscience
I run around the house, a heated atom
Can't foresee the outcome
You can lean to one side

If I ever I should seem to take for granted
This lovely life that I have been handed
Darling, don't just stand there
Come knock me around

Because I know I can write my way out of this
Black hole, back to all the things that I miss
Sometimes, I wonder if I even exist
Add another line to my wish list

The overview is not the same as going through
The present joy and all it took to come to this
To know the ending would be pretending