I kept that scrap piece close to me
It had the names of all the ways we’d gone had we been dumb enough to leave
When this started out we were hardly seventeen
I had my mother’s car, you had your father’s heart
Before he caught wind of me
We never wondered what we thought that they might say
Chalk it all up to a young and foolish phase
It’s not reflection that our fathers lack
It’s the passion that they see in what we have
Because it’s what they had
Deprived of everything but shame
But now we’re blooming at our own wake
A justice self-prescribed for our simple minds
We’re the ones they knew would
Fade away
Got lost in our own ways
They’ll choke, abstain, get caught up in old saints
Because it’s not reflection that our fathers lack
It’s the passion that they see in what we have
It’s all we have

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