Every wish is a gun to your head Grew up wishing you’d be like mom and dad Oh, ain’t that something And every lie that I told you was true So unlike me to just tell you the truth Wouldn’t that be something And I realize my life ain’t that bad Mom’s still sad that I don’t like boys But I'm just glad that she still loves me Oh, and even if my spirit dies I hope that I keep yours alive I hope I keep yours