1-on-1 with Joe

Stop yelling at me
Your pain is causing me not to see
I can feel the pain in your words
And sometimes you make me feel like those free birds
Is there anyway you can understand what it takes to be a man
I have tried to show you as best as I can
I didn't say no when you wanted to play 1-on-1
I laughed and ignored the beer/puke breath as the score was 21-0, I WON
What was it I really won?
What was it you even remembered about your son?
Ever have the urge to say you loved me stone cold sober?
Or was that liquid courage all I could get from you over and over?
I'm older now and have made many mistakes
But for some reason being your son, I can't figure out what it takes