I learned the truth by selling lies

My dad was born in Uruguay

He sold a house to buy some dogs

I learned the truth by selling lies

And telling them online

My mother’s home was very strict

She ran away at twenty one

The Eighties in Zermatt were fun

Before she had those kids

These children, spoiled with everything

But feelings of belonging 

Met with various addictions

Learned to heal themselves with wrong things

And they sold the house and fucked right off

But left you here, and brother there,

It’s not like mother doesn’t care

My twenty-one was unprepared

I struggled with that shit again

I drink a lot, I’m Mr. Cool

and everyone is now my friend

because they think I’m worth it

A crazy guy to be around

With funny things, he always says

The kind of things that you would say

When family’s not around

And God was never real for me,

My dad was right, but still I see

redemption in believing that

There’s something I believe

But faith was just a word for mom,

who left me here

to write these songs

and when I go to visit home, my home has disappeared,

or changed