Tom Lyrics

Water guns and foam darts

Flimsy from the start

Birthdays and super bowls

Slow to depart

In the hallowed arch of the doorway

Halo sculpted on your bald head

From light fixtures

That changed with my moms

Style and aesthetics

She divulged to me Tom

That you've battled several cancers

And lost your mother-in-law

If I ever get back to Albuquerque

I hope you'd like to see me

Just a room away but we didn't speak

In utter disbelief

That I'd reached the age of seventeen

What would I have mentioned

My opiate addiction

Spoken of selling pot

Waning interest in science fiction

You might've disapproved

But I wanted you to know anyway

Passing crushed lines of pills

On phone screens under stalls

I was hiding from myself

As well as you and my mom

An award winning performance

Couldn't have fooled those

That have known me that long

Should I ever get back to Albuquerque

I hope you can forgive me

What I had been I won't always be

If we were strangers in this land

I hope I could be a man you'd like to meet

As with all men

We were flimsy from the start

A fraction of your grace

In the paths that I chart

Would surely mean ruin

For the chaos I will inevitably impart

I may never make it back to Albuquerque

I hope you all outlive me

I might not be the man I used to be

But I'm desperate to understand

Each ambiguous demand on the marquee