Flatsound Crowded Parks
Whats the matter little babe?
Do you miss your mothers face?
She had gone and changed her name
But that doesn't mean a thing
Stay strong, i too have felt betrayed
I saw her hiding drinks
Under baths and kitchen sinks
She won't stop until she thinks she's cured
Little boy, how is your health?
You remind me of myself
If you fight your fears today
I assure you'll be okay
Because i've layed right where you lay
Have you broke your promise, son?
Did you play with fathers gun?
Don't ignore your phobias they won't go away
Oh my lover oh my friend
I can hear you speak again
And i know i'm movin' on
But i dont feel that you've gone
Because i still hear your voice in crowded parks
I played another round
The odds had shot me down
But i'm making something out of myself