Wait for yours

[Semicircle]

What's hurtin' honey?
Could it be all the sugar
causing your blood booger?

All the tears you're feigning,
if I had a quarter for each,
happiness would be just out of reach.

You wait for yours, son
it's coming.
Yes, wait son,
it's coming.

What's following after curfew nephew?
Must be that trail of smoke
your starting to toke.

All the screaming that will follow,
well, it's a bit tough to swallow.

You wait for yours, son
it's coming.
Yes, wait son,
it's coming.

Behind the folds
and the corners
where we went
and remain,
you'll trace our steps
in your head,
over and over,
and regret like we did.

We know better than to stop you,
so go ahead.
Yours is coming son,
like I said,
yours is coming.