The Fifteenth Day

I was a son and I still am
I wanna tell you that
I have up more than I intended
But I won't give up no more
Oh, they ask for it and I said no
Oh, as convinced as a man you'll know

How was this supposed to go?
Stuck on the if's the and's and the althoughs

Was I still yours how could I know
When my fiber began to unwind
And when I couldn't pretend that the if's and then's
Weren't taking quarter in the back of my mind
Well from out so far they seem to raise the bar
So what now? How many days till I get back to par?
Till the ghost gives up

Oh, they ask for it and I said no
Oh, as convinced as a man you'll know

Was I still yours? I didn't know
In my asking like an orphan for more
On the car ride up, on the fifteenth day
I made my asking with my head on the door

I offered my insides, up into the skies
Unto an after-fact altar where no offering is wise
Where I expected that which would not be done
Where I missed the meaning of what it was to be a son

Where I asked amiss in a selfishness
Where I saw in my hand a snake what was really a fish
Where the measure I held spread a little too thin
I tried to bulk it up with talk but it was all talk to begin with

So the morning brought about a brand new fall of man
And I woke a son asunder just trying to measure up again
Till the ghost gives up

Oh I know, it wasn't easy for me
It wasn't easy for you to let go
So let go

I was a son and I still am I want to tell you that