You're a sly one, Mr. Drench

somewhere far back in my memory

i’m on a tire swing back on that old hickory tree

with the tan house in front 

and your guiding hands push me through the air

who was i to take stock in this memory, who was i to know whats fair

when i was young you were my angel

looking after me

now looking back at all this i still cry when i hear a mother say sweet pea

as i grew older, i shook hands with a monster

who claimed you as his own

and then when the red blurring lights whirred away 

they took you and left me all alone

and its sad to feel the hatred that i have against this fight

but its this very war i wage that will some day take your life

and its sad i have to build up to this

and say my goodbyes now

but this hesitation to bring the words to lips

but its as much emotion as i can stand to allow