At such a young age he was such a smart boy

People were impressed by his eloquence

Things were looking up right from the very start (of it?)

They put him into school, they put him on the teams

All the things a growing boy would ever need

He was making friends and he was making perfect marks

He was his father’s son

He could do it all but he was rather bored

Kept his open mind in the bottom drawer

Everything was fine as long as he could keep it up

Soon enough his train was pickin up some speed

Intersected intellect and sensory

Either all the eyes were blind or they were playing dumb

He was his father’s son

You wanna know just what the problem is

They bore the shit out of the promised kids

Go send them searchin for a an alternate

Solution something that’ll make them tick

As soon as he had blinked the world had passed him by

It slipped right underneath while he was getting high

He was left at home alone with no one else to blame

And when the feeling starts to creep back in his heart

He can see the life that he has torn apart

He cannot ignore the fact that he has come undone

He was his father’s son