Honey (Dear Mom)

There's a new light behind these eyes,

But I'm the same person I was yesterday.

You told me I could do anthing,

But I never believed it when you'd say,

"Honey, you've got talent."

"Honey, you're a gift."

I thought that it was cheesy, cliche bullshit.

Now that the time to leave is nigh,

I look back on all the required, you-have-to-say-that lies.

I let myself believe that maybe you were right.

And I dare to reach for what I want,

What I need to be,

Because you refused not to see,

Not to say that,

"Honey, you've got talent."

"Honey, you're a gift."

I'm sorry for not seeing it sooner.

I'm sorry that I'm leaving.

I'm sorry for threatening to never come back.

But because you refused not to see that

"Honey, you've got talent."

"Honey, you're a gift."

It's apparent that I must - I have to go out

And get what I want,

What I need,

Isn't it?