Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Dad he grew up a bastard son
Mama walked through Alaskan snow
Dad he grew through his acts of love
Mama's heart always had its holes
When they met it was Christmas Eve
3 days later he had proposed
Pain and love became apropos
I was nine when I stacked the bones
Standing by while the roses wilt
Not my choice, how I'm supposed to feel?
I got voids only prose can fill
Back when my wall was poster-filled
Back when talks weren't a voice-less hell
Back when life was an oyster shell
Soaked in guilt but still so concealed
Hoist the sails or destroy myself
Family tree where I found my stems
They tend to judge from the outside in
Make em proud pull my insides out
This one's for you two I count my gifts
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
I know it's hard to to take another step when you carry doubt
Parents found a way to make it heaven in a barren town
Grew a garden from the dirt to watch 'em as they tear it out
Home is where the heart is not a product of its whereabouts
Father made me listen to the wisdom I would cherish now
Hard to pay attention to the windows I was staring out
Called out of classes just so I could see a therapist
Advice sounded right at the time it's generic now
Every night a fight has been the pattern since the marriage vows
Didn't wanna end up in that pattern I was scared to miss
Elusive with excuses super glued 'em to a pair of lips
Hard to catch my breath ever since when I air it out
I got more bruises and regrets than I care to count
Little boy hiding from the noise like a caracal
A dozen burning horses go around in a carousel
Dozen burning horses go around
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
