If everything we’ve missed is everything we now are
And the people’s opinions what formed us can only be remembered from afar
If the lifestyle you lead is the life you’ve been given
Then your own life just might not be the one you’ve been living.

I want away
And all I want is away

Remembering stories from dearest old dads
Who couldn’t have possibly fathomed the impact they’d have
Can you remember your last school bus ride?
And did you think on that day how much of you died?
The pity, the sorrow, the need to have more
Than you ever could possibly need.
The memory, the hollow cold twitch of your lungs
As they helped you forget why to breathe.
As your everything renamed your anythings.

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