Walk the Streets

Sorry, mother. I'm not the son you wanted from me. Most of all, I'm only sorry that I don't care. You wanted my love to have a woman, but it doesn't work like that. I'm too human. I'm in love with a man. You say I'll find the right girl, but that won't happen. You say I have a choice. Love is the thing that decides. And even if I could, this isn't your life.

I walk the streets of fire and cigarettes
I walk the streets of, whatever's next
I walk the streets of, I need somebody
That's how I found myself in his arms
I'm not what you wanted, not the one you'd always love, but
I walk the streets of, accepting me
I walk the streets of, oh, his lovely

Sorry, father. You're ashamed of me.
I can tell by what secrets you keep
I feel bad for your attitude, but I'm not sorry for a thing. There's a difference. I'm not going to patronize myself just because you want too. I've vowed not to open up myself to be like you.

I walk these rails of, fabric and stains
I walk these rails of, unknown names
I walk these rails of, broken things
I'm not like you, I need somebody. I'm not ashamed either. Not for a thing.
I walk the streets of, hmm, his lovely

Hmm, his lovely. Oh, he wants me
Yeah, his lovely. That's the only thing I need. If you don't want me, that's fine. I don't need your sympathy. Hmm, his lovely. He's all I need when I walk the streets of broken things. When I walk the streets of, my everything.