Can’t Talk
I can’t talk to my dad.
Don’t know why.
Nothing in common.
We’ve got nothing to say.
I say what I’m thinking,
And he just get’s mad.
So let him think that I’m Okay
Cause I can’t talk to my dad.
And I can’t talk to my mom.
Sure wish I could.
Can’t tell the truth
Cause she still thinks I’m good.
She’d just start crying
And I’d just feel dumb.
So I’ll just keep it to myself
Cause I can’t talk to my mom.
BRIDGE:
But there’s a whole world of friends
Who understand me.
They look at life and see the same things I see.
And it’s okay, if Mom and Dad
And I don’t agree.
I just wish that we could say it openly.
But we don’t talk about religion.
And we don’t talk about love.
We don’t talk about decisions
That I’ve made just growing up.
I don’t want a sermon.
And they don’t understand
Why I don’t try to talk to them.
I just talk to my friends.
Written by Jim Weber
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