Something Someone Jr

Written By Brooks Nielsen & Matt Taylor

I just squinted and my eye is weak

I can’t find peace in a form of speech

you just telling me red hot ice cold

Black ain’t a color happiness ain’t gold

Well it’s hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free

Yeah it’s hard for you to understand

if you can’t feel me understand

I ain’t in a western in a way I can grasp

I try to hold on to something that is fast

somebody is a way of something you don’t know

Than a name is just a way to make it visible

My name is Someone Jr. who is my dad

Momma is Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that

My name is Something Someone Jr. who is my dad

Momma is Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that

And a bag of crypt

Well it’s hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free

Yeah it’s hard for you to understand

if you can’t feel me understand

I’m a municipal and the mundane

Try to keep weird keep away from the sane

I haven’t read an outline on how to pass youth

Rather than get passed I pass doobs

I’m out I’m in

it’s hard to live in this given culture

All the hers and hims

all the rat-snakes and you vultures

oh My hands out of shape and my head is cast

I try to hold on to something that is fast

Somebody is a way of something you don’t know

Than a name is just a way to make it visible

My name is Someone Jr. who is my dad

Momma is Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that

My name is Something Someone Jr. who is my dad

Momma is Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that

And a bag of crypt