Here you come with your golden key To a door I never asked you to see Polishing my mistakes before they shine Putting training wheels on a crooked line You say, ―Let me save you some pain, my friend But pain is where the good songs bend I didn’t ask for a shortcut map Or a lecture with a thunderclap You got a mouth full of answers And a pocket full of dust But I’m trying to learn how to fall Before I learn who to trust So thank you, Professor But I’ll mess it up myself I wanna taste the failure Not read it off your shelf Thank you, Professor Your wisdom’s wearing thin Is your knowledge still alive Or just dressed up for the spin? You call it guidance, I call it noise A one-man choir with a preacher’s voice You fix the cracks before they speak Then wonder why the walls feel weak I wanna burn my hand on the stove Take the wrong road, lose my code Let the bruise become my proof Not another second-hand truth You say you’ve seen the future But your calendar looks old Got yesterday’s solution In a shiny bag of gold So thank you, Professor But I’ll mess it up myself I wanna taste the failure Not read it off your shelf Thank you, Professor Your wisdom’s wearing thin Is your knowledge still alive Or just dressed up for the spin? Did the world send you a memo? Did you read past page one? Are you teaching me the weather From a long-forgotten sun? Keep your perfect little sermon Keep your “back in my day” I’m busy getting better In my own inconvenient way Thank you, Professor But I’ll trip on my own shoes I’ll pay the price in real time Not borrow your old news Thank you, Professor Now kindly take a bow Your knowledge had a moment But does it fit right now? Shuffle off, shuffle on I’ll be wrong till I’m strong Shuffle off, let me be I don’t need your PhD In being me
