My mother has moved away
She never liked that town
I am so afraid that having children held her down
Being her third child I'm the reason for second place
A consolation prize in a consolation race
My father was a poet and a dreamer made of time
Every cent he ever made was wasted on my life
Love is so completely made of love when you are young
Then when you grow out of love they tell you what you've done
I'm sorry that I'm the best thing that you've done
When all I ever do is complain and be alone
Everything you could have been, I don't even come close
I'm your saddest great achievement, and I don't even come home
I think of a million reasons not to call
At the end of the day I have got nothing done at all
All I ever talk about is trying not to talk
All you've ever offered me is everything you've got
I'm sorry that I'm the best thing that you've done
When all I ever do is complain and be alone
Everything you could have been, I don't even come close
I'm your saddest great achievement, I don't even come home
Mother nature, order, chaos, the circle of life
One day I will be somebody's disappointing wife
And when my turn comes around I hope I understand
Maybe I will realize it's all I ever could have been
I'm sorry that I'm the best thing that you've done
When all I ever do is complain and be alone
Everything you could have been, I don't even come close
I'm your saddest great achievement, and I don't even
I'm your saddest great achievement, and I don't even come home