Look back to the first time
you caused harm to the ones you love.
We're all lying in wait to redeem ourselves,
to redeem our names.
My old man always said,
"You oughta be more tactful. Face your attacker."
There's something about the place that we grew up
that makes me feel nothing for where we are now.
We grow up.
We move out.
We are indifferent.
A brick wall view that reminds of nothing but you.
My old man always said,
"You oughta be more tactful. Face your attacker."
I don't wanna be lost like this anymore.
Distress signal.