one name

Jon walked in 
nervous as hell 
he knew he has a name
and he knew it so well
he knew no one else 
had a name at all 
it kind of pissed him off 
but you couldn't tell 

because he couldn't say 

because his mama told
him the secret that day:

Your name is your very own 
and nobody else has one 
Your name is your very own 
and nobody else has one 

Jon saw a girl
he was intimate with 
their eyes lit up
when they thought of it 
He didn't know her name
and he wished he could 
She didn't even know
what a name was good
for 
but
you couldn't tell 

because Jon was the only one 
with a name, 
and he didn't say 

he thought it'd be too much
to explain how his mama said:   

Your name is your very own
and nobody else has one
Your name is your very own
and nobody else has one

Well history class was a pain in school 
'cause nobody's name goes down in that 
which makes reputations seem pointless, too
As for legacies, what the hell are those?

We can't tell apart our designer clothes 
or argue which cola is best, except
by a long-drawn description of flavor notes 
- which is arguable and subjective at best 

Jon's name is his very own
and nobody else has one 
Jon's name is his very own 
and nobody else has one

Jon wonders if he could
become famous if he could
explain where names come
from

and what they'd be so much good 
for, too. 

Jon knows it would be easier
if we had some.
But how do you explain a thing
like that? When society lacks
the frame?

Jon is a thing of someone's
which nobody has at all 

Jon is a made-up thing 
that would be unrelatable