Lyric

The summer of ‘04, you remember?

My bag’d barely hit the floor

Then I’d try to tell you how things were

What a waste of breath that was

So I really don’t care to read your messages now

The tension in the room is kinda freakin’ me out

Oh, God save me now, from

The space you occupy in my head

It’s so ironic how the apathy hits the most for me

A decade passed, closing in on 30

You, all of a sudden

Remember I’m your son and

You think you can waltz right in?

That ship is long gone

You missed the boat, man

Don't you call my phone, leave me my peace

I got my own shit

I gotta deal with

I got no time, no energy to give to this

Find your peace some other way

I hope those tapes gave you comfort

'Cause you'll get none from me

Even now some days I still wonder

Why you never bothered to see

All the reasons I couldn’t “come home”

Why I prefered the television’s glow

So unwilling to admit what you’ve done

I am not the bad guy for pulling off your blindfold

And it’s enough to make you sick

The way you fucking hypocrites

Go round and round with your bullshit

Convincing yourselves you're the victims

When I was a kid, I used to wonder

Why Tidus struck a chord with me

But I can see now, now that I’m older

I am the one who will write my story

I was way too young

To be feeling the weight of the world

It used to break my heart

And now I barely feel anything

I buried you such a long time ago

So are your lessons learned?

I hope it was worth it

'Cause I am not your son

Goodbye