Mom, all the other options that you had in mindStarved me, cause I'm optionless and turkey free and blindWon't you listen and I'll let you in on this, blind meWon't you listen, I'll reduce advice to dust, oh noI shouldn't have to spell my nameMom, if it's worth the made up smiles, the quiet fightsOh mother, it is hard not to look in the mirror's eyeI have come to this while you have come alongSo it's alrightMomIf you change your mind the other way around againI shouldn't have to spell my nameSo start the two-way monologue that speak your mindWe're talking two-way monologues with words that rhymeWe, we can't reclaim the shirts we threw awayLast twirl, uncurledBut no impact, good person, no brushesThat dust, machine wash, that's our paper rustDays, you spend wanting some of Michael Landon's graceStrike backNow they shake your life as stony as his faceOh noI shouldn't have to spell his nameSo start the two-way monologue that speak your mindWe're talking two-way monologues with words that rhymeStart the two-way monologue that speak your mindWe're talking two-way monologueWe weren't chasing rabbits on the hillOh, that prairie life was great but never realCause we never saw no rabbits out there ever, no, not onceAll we did was put a fire up and watch it burn for monthsI miss the sound of stairs and wards and meltages to doorsAnd too little space for holding all the soldiers and the warIt gets a bit too tight when it gets howdyAnd too soon we realize there's our new peepe baddiesWhen we lay it all on the floorWe weren't sure how to solve itWe're princess bonanniI wasn't keeping it social, I was being craftyStart the two-way monologuesThat speak your mindStart the two-way monologuesThat speak your mindWe're talking two-way monologues