you told me not to worry
but I think you did
you started throwing money around
like a big man in a film
well, if you aren't the father
I think I know who is.
I'm not sure if I love you,
but I sure as hell don't trust him
when I told you in your kitchen
I knew that I would be
forever in your perception
just a vessel full of need
I'm lucky you're a good man--
I'm grateful, but it stings
to be nothing but fertile ground
on which you rain generosity
please don't ask more questions
don't look me in the eye
just take me to the courthouse
I'll sign what they say to sign
and I'll swear to be true
if you swear to be kind.
it's a heavy sort of favor
when the balance is a life.