Opinion Lyrics - Singles - American Lesion

The first thing I remember 

Was the friction in the room 

And that brown spinet piano 

That never played in tune 

The cruel impatient tyrant 

The frustrated malcontent 

The need to find the pieces 

And the absence of cement 

No one ever told me about the right way to love 

And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of 

So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be 

And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me 

The last thing I remember 

Was the slamming of the door 

And the resonance of my imperfection 

Broke the silence once more 

The selfish angry bastard 

Who doesn't want to hear 

I tried to learn compassion 

You turned the other ear 

No one ever told me about the right way to love 

And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of 

So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be 

And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me 

The worn out broken record 

Who doesn't fit the mold 

The righteous independent 

The mood so harsh and cold 

Momma never told me about the right way to love 

And Daddy never showed me what we're supposed to be made of 

So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be 

And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me