I love your pale face and the way your ginger hair flows
down your face, Dalton Ivy, please don’t go.
Your shy, mysterious face
For you, I’m willing to chase.
I don’t care if you don’t feel like a man
But you’re a coward for running to your mom’s minivan!
They say you slept with the teacher
But babe, sex won’t complete her
It won’t make you a man
Especially from your mom’s minivan
You never look at me in the face
You and everyone else treats me like I’m still trapped in space
I’d rather have died under the stars
Than be waiting for our cars
In this garage of wheelchairs and tears
I heard you write songs from your daughter
So is there another woman, do you love her?
Am I out of the question for good
or was I even there at all?
Dalton Ivy, please look at me
I can tell you resist that I don’t exist
I can tell that space was the death of my soul
and though I am real, I’m not really here
I understand your rejection
You may not be perfection
But I have no exception
You are my reflection
So Dalton Ivy, you never say goodbye
But that won’t keep me to cry
Go be a man
in your mom’s minivan
Kiss your daughter on the nose
Give her mother a rose
Throw your backpack on the bed
and fill your pencil with led
Pull out a sheet of paper
Close your eyes, think of your little girl
and write those inspirational songs that you always get from her
You’ll never think of me
How silly of me…
Your mind will be on your complicated life, Dalton Ivy
I brought fame from outer space
but you brought love from songs and grace.