Alaskan Snow (feat. Sugar Colt)
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Dad he grew up a bastard son
Mama walked through Alaskan snow
Dad he grew through his acts of love
Mama's heart always had its holes
When they met it was Christmas Eve
Three days later he had proposed
Pain and love became apropos
I was nine when I stacked the bones
Standing by while the roses wilt
Not my choice, how I'm supposed to feel?
I got voids only prose can fill
Back when my wall was poster-filled
Back when talks weren't a voice-less hell
Back when life was an oyster shell
Soaked in guilt but still so concealed
Hoist the sails or destroy myself
Family tree where I found my stems
They tend to judge from the outside in
Make 'em proud pull my insides out
This one's for you two I count my gifts
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
I know it's hard to to take another step when you carry doubt
Parents found a way to make it heaven in a barren town
Grew a garden from the dirt to watch 'em as they tear it out
Home is where the heart is not a product of its whereabouts
Father made me listen to the wisdom I would cherish now
Hard to pay attention to the windows I was staring out
Called out of classes just so I could see a therapist
Advice sounded right at the time it's generic now
Every night a fight has been the pattern since the marriage vows
Didn't wanna end up in that pattern I was scared to miss
Elusive with excuses super glued 'em to a pair of lips
Hard to catch my breath ever since when I air it out
I got more bruises and regrets than I care to count
Little boy hiding from the noise like a caracal
A dozen burning horses go around in a carousel
Dozen burning horses go around
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Dad he grew up a bastard son
Mama walked through Alaskan snow
Dad he grew through his acts of love
Mama's heart always had its holes
When they met it was Christmas Eve
Three days later he had proposed
Pain and love became apropos
I was nine when I stacked the bones
Standing by while the roses wilt
Not my choice, how I'm supposed to feel?
I got voids only prose can fill
Back when my wall was poster-filled
Back when talks weren't a voice-less hell
Back when life was an oyster shell
Soaked in guilt but still so concealed
Hoist the sails or destroy myself
Family tree where I found my stems
They tend to judge from the outside in
Make 'em proud pull my insides out
This one's for you two I count my gifts
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
I know it's hard to to take another step when you carry doubt
Parents found a way to make it heaven in a barren town
Grew a garden from the dirt to watch 'em as they tear it out
Home is where the heart is not a product of its whereabouts
Father made me listen to the wisdom I would cherish now
Hard to pay attention to the windows I was staring out
Called out of classes just so I could see a therapist
Advice sounded right at the time it's generic now
Every night a fight has been the pattern since the marriage vows
Didn't wanna end up in that pattern I was scared to miss
Elusive with excuses super glued 'em to a pair of lips
Hard to catch my breath ever since when I air it out
I got more bruises and regrets than I care to count
Little boy hiding from the noise like a caracal
A dozen burning horses go around in a carousel
Dozen burning horses go around
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Can not forget it
I was young
Can't count on winning
But I was strong
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Messinger, Cody Allen Foster
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