Parents Just Don’t Understand

[Verse 1]
I'm sorry if I don't offer a proper congratulation
But I just don't relate to celebrating procreation
The planet is deteriorating rapidly, its a catastrophe
The atrophy of our habitat is happening
So where is our happily ever after?
When does everybody sit back and enjoy laughter?
The day won't come - it doesn't exist
It's a fallacy, a myth - fabricated, full of shit
The American Dream of the 20th century
It isn't my identity
The only thing it's meant to me is that my endeavors
Are scrutinized to the letter
I'm chastised and misunderstood by people who never
Even cared to do anything more than what they were told
Who never think for themselves
Who are caught up in the stranglehold
Of school, work, and marriage, followed by a baby carriage
The point of the story... let me offer some clarity
You deserve to live your own life
And not be a parody of American tradition
Or biological predisposition to reproduce
And what've you got to lose?
Spend a few more years living your life to the fullest
And maybe, someday, you'll see that you possibly dodged a bullet
And then you'll be ready to bring life into the world
Bestow your experiences and every lesson you've learned
Because unhappy, aimless adults are often hopeless
And I don't think kids are so oblivious not to notice
I wrote this with good intention
If you intend to lecture me, won't you follow my lead
And get yourself a vasectomy