Prodigal Son

[Verse 1]
Do I have any substance?
Or can I ask that?
I’ve got bones in my skin
I’m weathered and thin

Is there a price of admission?
Do I get a free pass to some kingdom up high?
I’m whiter than rye

[Chorus]
I’m a tepid free loader
I’m the chosen one
I’m a lamp post licker
I’m a prodigal son

[Verse 2]
Is there a cult I can follow?
That’ll make me feel whole
The thoughts in my head leave me for dead

I owe it all to my parents
They’ve given me the world
Should make them so proud
For leaving the crowd

[Chorus]
I’m a passive progressive
I’m a beacon of fun
I’m a failed to send message
I’m the prodigal son

[Chorus]
I’m a half baked thought
I’m eternally young
I’m a sleeping daydreamer
I’m the prodigal son

I’m a memory rocker
Smoke in my lungs
I’m the tortured artist
I’m the prodigal son

[Verse 3]
This isn’t some declaration
Or a call to arms
Just thinking bout how
I look right now