Band-aid-tradition Of Silence Lyrics

West Beverly Band-aid-tradition Of Silence

Yesterday I saw the way you cryPouring it all inside
And the weight of your problems rose
But how you got to bed you'll never know
Crooked band-aid, 8 year old's first aid
On the cuts the shattered dish made
Cause you couldn't stand and you couldn't walk

Nighttime vigil, woke up in my bed
I fell asleep I guess, but nothings said
No, nothings said today
Yesterday I carried you upstairs
(at least that's what I could swear)
Cause today the band-aid's gone
And nothing has been said no nothing's wrong
Nothing's ever wrong, right?