歌词
Heart in your own two hands
Same t-shirt, same stupid band
Cut the carport in brand new Vans
Just some kid with a latchkey secret screaming
Borrowed my brother's jeans
When the dust started settling
Filled the holes out with jagged knees
Cutting corners inside my only pipe dream
I was the weaker one
Caught the curse of the 2nd son
Such a hard war I never won
Swore the first chance I'd take and run
Heart buried underneath
The cold face of apathy
Gave the fools what they came to see
Stacking laughs up so high to hide the bleeding
Slept in his old room
Hall of relics, an empty tomb
Lonely trophies without a clue
Keeping dust just over the truth
I was the weaker one
Caught the curse of the 2nd son
Such a lost cause, a lonely front
Knew it was time for me to run
It's hard to be a gutter punk
Stuck in shittown suburbia
Held my thumb out for the trucks
Left it all just the way it was