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.