I'm not the son you used to have.
I moved out six years ago.
That doesn't mean I don't think about you every day.
But I'm here now and here to stay.
I haven't been the same since we moved the first time.
And instead of speaking up I held it inside.
Maybe that's the reason I can't stay tied down
To one place for too long
I try to write about what I know best
Well I know hope and I know pain is just a test
Well I forget about it all the time
Like the night I crashed my bike.
I thought I was going to hell
But you raised me well, you raised me well.