His Handmade Son

let them yell around me I won't feel when it boils over done with the hits you throw their fight ain't mine no more the garbage on the floor gone with the bits you load it's like I don't even know you hey we're still those kids who used to smile, remember forgot what it was like get your heart in motion paced wrong with the wind you blow lock to lock turns to right and kick it you won't see her