State of the wind deep near the plains
Where the other kids play and where I lay
With eyes full of water or ocean and blue
Of all things that my father used to look too
Quiet like a storm up ahead on the hill
But not casting shadows and not much of thrill
Of seeking for refuge between thick blue lines
If nothing could ever reverse in my time
My shoes have been grown into by mine
I didn't know before but recklessly fine
My mom doesn't know me she don't like looking
As if one fast stare is all before booking
Is it cut out like that? Like kids on a whim
I'm now dads child but soon I'll be him
A driver no license and key with no car
Why am I here and will I make it as far
I see you and see some shell of the past
Where once you were full of life and lay on the grass
Of everything now of all time that's past
I see you and see me but how long will this last
To dislike the tree is to dislike its fruit
I'm sorry but no matter, I'll never be you
I'll drink in my car and serve on a plate
Though cut from one cloth we're never the same
I'm sorry that everything I do was determined
I call you at times but now there's no purpose
As if you'd become the shoes I would fill
If I would have known I would've had yourself killed
