Will Wood - Becoming the Lastnames lyrics
[Will Wood - Becoming the Lastnames lyrics]
Don't take the following words
As reverence for tradition
I've learned to pick my battles
By losing most I've fought
The more mores subverted
The more I sense I'm missing
And I'll always do it my way
Even if that's just the same way
I was taught
I'll bring home the bread
And you'll stay home and bake it
Weeding out the garden where
The milestones gather moss
Crack a smile at my vows and whisper, "Wow
Can you believe we really made it?"
As I give up on dodging rice
And fold my cape, I say
"Obviously not"
But I want to be just like
My parents before I was born
Oh, can we be just like my parents?
I know you don't want kids
But think about a daughter
We could name her Gwendolyn
Like mom would have called me
I'm not sure yet myself
But I learned from a good father
Yeah, I mean, sure, they messed me up
But I think that's just the gig
And maybe it's just some hormones that
Kick in in your late twenties
But I have laid a lot of women
And now I'd like to just lay down
And marriage always scared me
But I'd like to have a last love
And love can last a pretty
Good long while, yeah
I've seen it around
Oh, can we be just like my
Parents when I was young?
Why can't we be just like my parents?
So tongue out of my cheek now
I'm done pulling faces
Iconoclasm wanes, my cynicism tires
But what do I know 'bout forever when
So far I've been so fleeting?
Babe, my frontal lobe's done growing
This might just be how I'm wired
But now we're kissing before brushing
Smile with our whole faces
If you want a hyphen last name
I guess I don't mind the cadence
I've seen home videos
I was there back in the 80's
And if I'm just them and they
Back then could do it
Why can't I?
Just like my parents in due time
Imagine me, just like my parents, yeah, right
'Cause I've made more mistakes
Than simple empty moments
Each one is out of character
But as you know I tend to be
There'll be scalpers at the cemetery gates
With all my would-be widows weeping
I'd have forgotten all their names
So why should you remember me?
But if we grow old together
Will you talk to my headstone?
That is, assuming that I die first
(which is fair) and assuming I don't leave
Close enough to forever, I guess
To prove what I hope
I mean, otherwise, how am I to believe?
As reverence for tradition
I've learned to pick my battles
By losing most I've fought
The more mores subverted
The more I sense I'm missing
And I'll always do it my way
Even if that's just the same way
I was taught
I'll bring home the bread
And you'll stay home and bake it
Weeding out the garden where
The milestones gather moss
Crack a smile at my vows and whisper, "Wow
Can you believe we really made it?"
As I give up on dodging rice
And fold my cape, I say
"Obviously not"
But I want to be just like
My parents before I was born
Oh, can we be just like my parents?
I know you don't want kids
But think about a daughter
We could name her Gwendolyn
Like mom would have called me
I'm not sure yet myself
But I learned from a good father
Yeah, I mean, sure, they messed me up
But I think that's just the gig
And maybe it's just some hormones that
Kick in in your late twenties
But I have laid a lot of women
And now I'd like to just lay down
And marriage always scared me
But I'd like to have a last love
And love can last a pretty
Good long while, yeah
I've seen it around
Oh, can we be just like my
Parents when I was young?
Why can't we be just like my parents?
So tongue out of my cheek now
I'm done pulling faces
Iconoclasm wanes, my cynicism tires
But what do I know 'bout forever when
So far I've been so fleeting?
Babe, my frontal lobe's done growing
This might just be how I'm wired
But now we're kissing before brushing
Smile with our whole faces
If you want a hyphen last name
I guess I don't mind the cadence
I've seen home videos
I was there back in the 80's
And if I'm just them and they
Back then could do it
Why can't I?
Just like my parents in due time
Imagine me, just like my parents, yeah, right
'Cause I've made more mistakes
Than simple empty moments
Each one is out of character
But as you know I tend to be
There'll be scalpers at the cemetery gates
With all my would-be widows weeping
I'd have forgotten all their names
So why should you remember me?
But if we grow old together
Will you talk to my headstone?
That is, assuming that I die first
(which is fair) and assuming I don't leave
Close enough to forever, I guess
To prove what I hope
I mean, otherwise, how am I to believe?