Becoming the Lastnames

Don't take the following words as reverence for tradition

I've learned to pick my battles by losing most I've fought

The more mores subverted the more I sense I'm missing

And I'll always do it my way even if that's just the same way I was taught

I'll bring home the bread and you'll stay home and bake it

Weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss

Crack a smile at my vows and whisper "wow can you believe we really made it?"

As I give up on dodging rice and fold my cape I say "obviously not"

But I want to be just like my parents before I was born

Oh can we be just like my parents?