sat on the roof with a burnt out cigarette in my mouth
I felt the rain, combing through your hair
You had to ask what I was thinking right now
I didn’t mean, I never mean to do anything
Then you scream, ‘you want a second chance, why bother?’
I want to be better than my father
But, it burns, the pressure on my shoulders
I’ll never be anything like my father
Is that all you want?
The words you speak won’t redeem what you’ve done
All I can do is hope, because I lost what I always took
You say you’re sorry but, it’s never for anyone but yourself
I’m only torn because indifference was at first fun
Now I have the chance to go back where I’ve been
Tasting what I’ve always made, then trading it away
Drain out my feelings and place them in a box
Stowed away, gone for days
I flushed away my insides, put me in a box
I’m stowed away, gone today