These things just seem so minimal when we're still told who we can and cannot love.
I'm a white suburban male and yet I still blame everything else when I fail.
Have we forgotten why we sing?
Or given up on everything?
Honey, we've shrunk the kids' will to fight.
Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light.
We're cutting the threads of the things we've sewn.
This room is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe.
These kids won't even remember me.
Someone take me home.
We're coming to terms with the seeds we've sown.
I'm a white suburban male and yet I still blame everything else when I fail.
Have we forgotten why we sing?
Or given up on everything?
Honey, we've shrunk the kids' will to fight.
Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light.
We're cutting the threads of the things we've sewn.
This room is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe.
These kids won't even remember me.
Someone take me home.
We're coming to terms with the seeds we've sown.