Young son, sensitive type and shyness held its grips

Rode my bike up on that sidewalk

Never popped wheelies, never did flipsAll of them bad thoughts in my head

I fought them alone, I never said shit

Best friend bald from chemo treatments

Hurtful visuals stuck in my head

Never once comfort, never once needed

Never once dealt and felt my feelings

Never asked how my grandpa died

Never asked how my mom was feeling

Hid behind humor, hid behind jokes

VCR tapes was how I coped

The plan of attack was not these panic attacks

Both manic or mannequin acts

Cassette recorder, rapping then playing it back

Erasing the traces of that,

Too embarrassed, hated my voice

Dubbed it all over

Watched my father work on the motor of his old Ford,

Long before tour, long before pressing record

Long before blood was poured

Long before sweat was poured

Long before rivers of tears

Don′t even bring up those tears

Don't even bring up those years

Don′t ever bring up the, fights through the wall

The nights we would bawl

The nights the cops would get called

Commotion, brother says "here,

Putting that seashell to my ear

Peaceful sounds of an ocean near

Wishing it could drown out sounds

Right here in the midwest

Broken, but them are the breaks

Everlong like "The colour and shape"

Supposedly, rosaries, covered and draped

Develop hate with a polaroid shake

Picture perfect, pixels hurting

Diving in like "the truth, it hurts"

Like Dirt McGurt in a cleaner shirt

Games cat and mouse or they Courtney, Kurt

Generations left meditating

Makes big business from medications

Gurus with knowledge of voodoo and college

Inspires a fire from truth so despondent

Hooked on them phonics, wish upon comets

Sheryl Swoops playing grown man hoops

Magic wand, like it's point and poof

Imagination fills up my room

Pile perspectives, classes, electives

First born son, parents overprotective

I can count on ten fingers but not on myself

Fell down that rabbit hole, which way is hell?

Devils and demons so linked to that treason

Rip away feelings to get back to healing

Stealing a moment, a loving component

Truly yourself when you take and you own it

I'm sarcastic with scars jagged

Got Shakespeared cuz Im so tragic

A sweet beard, voice weird

But look in the mirror and I see myself clear

Shatter this pattern, channel Aladdin

Like blue Genies and blue meanies

Yellow the submarine

New is this healing

Fuck all these feelings

Just weapons concealed