Police Car
(Just being a greedy person)
(Who's just trying to get somewhere)
(And using every person possible)
(So you can get to wherever)
(And then you get there)
(And you're still a greedy piece of)
Do you feel the things I feel
Probably not, I don't
Come on now, what's the appeal
Sit and rot
I don't know I don't know
Yeah, before my dad left
Way before I grew
The times I felt neglect
I knew one day I would choose
Be like him take the ways
I was taught I'm sposed' to take
Or take something that I felt was good
Even if it makes me afraid
Evil, wicked, sinister
Whatever words I picked
Didn't make it any better
Even if I was a kid
Often times I go back
And I'm sitting in that house
Look at mom then at him
Then I go and walk about
Police car, police car
In the back, in the back, in the back
Where is dad
In the back
In the, in the, in the
I know I know don't bring it up
Been so long but I'm so stuck
Hard to swallow hard to see
What all of that did to me
Opening wounds that are scarred
So I'm at fault
'Cause I make it hard
I wish my memories would fade
Used to pray they'd go away
(Who's just trying to get somewhere)
(And using every person possible)
(So you can get to wherever)
(And then you get there)
(And you're still a greedy piece of)
Do you feel the things I feel
Probably not, I don't
Come on now, what's the appeal
Sit and rot
I don't know I don't know
Yeah, before my dad left
Way before I grew
The times I felt neglect
I knew one day I would choose
Be like him take the ways
I was taught I'm sposed' to take
Or take something that I felt was good
Even if it makes me afraid
Evil, wicked, sinister
Whatever words I picked
Didn't make it any better
Even if I was a kid
Often times I go back
And I'm sitting in that house
Look at mom then at him
Then I go and walk about
Police car, police car
In the back, in the back, in the back
Where is dad
In the back
In the, in the, in the
I know I know don't bring it up
Been so long but I'm so stuck
Hard to swallow hard to see
What all of that did to me
Opening wounds that are scarred
So I'm at fault
'Cause I make it hard
I wish my memories would fade
Used to pray they'd go away
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Writer(s): Clayton Mazzaferri
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