Uploaded August 2024 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago

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LYRICS:
Dad had picked you up
In that parking lot
Just 6 minutes after you’d been told to meet him there
You were running late
I guess he’d been waiting
He lit into you saying you gotta be prepared
I guess you broke down
How could he not know by now
The frightening percentile of merit that you’re in
I mean he made you
You are the fucked up apple that he carved at with his own tooth
It’s his mess that you’re in
But the ripest piece of all is that you
Rushed there like a maniac
Stressed out anxious broken back and still
Just 6 minutes late
You’re freakin out but 6 minutes is great
I could pick you out
In a busy crowd
Biting on your nails and mumbling your lists aloud
6 minutes behind
As if a nudge could change you
A change would only dull the skills the Apple has endowed
I mean I lie awake
I thought the lists would dissipate the moment that the clock turned 12 and I turned 17
And 6 minutes behind
Infuriate your father but in relation to you that’s reality for me
I mean let’s break it down
How could I not see by now
The frightening percentile of gifts the Apple gave
And sure the curses
The bruised and broken edges where the fruit is at its worst is
Just part of how we’re made
I might sometimes be upset but I will never be ashamed
These 6 minutes connect I’m well aware
The fascination's strange
But fascination grows at every age, at an ever faster rate
He’s freaking out but 6 minutes is great