Indian Taker - If the Family Tree Falls and No One's Around, Does it Make a Sound? | Текст песни

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• Indian Taker
• If the Family Tree Falls and No One's Around, Does it Make a Sound?

Learn to cope because no one will ever see. I made a bed in the past and I can never leave.
I shed weight but I can’t shed nights spent alone, nights you spent getting drunk while I cried at ‘home’.
Well I got a call from mom, she says she’s proud of the man I’m becoming, but she doesn’t know that i’ll never be a man because I live in the past. I havn’t forgotten like she has.
I miss the way things used to be, I miss the way things were.
Before my Mother, she laid wasted on the kitchen floor, my father who stayed in california to forget a broken home. My brother whose older, but none the wiser that we were fucking wrecked. I only had myself, a boy that felt death his was best.