The shadow on the bottles
What scared me was something awful as a kid
I feared how it'll hurt it
I found the home in places that I hid
I teared it down and run away
I've never found my getaway

Outside there's a loser,
the time you thought you turned it all around
I remember how you used to think
You could sell the jenney thing you found
You knew it then, you know it now
The rattled change still rattles loud

And all those years are moving
I were slowly losing all my names
No matter what I ruined
You couldn't owe the candle to the pain
My tears are real, and on my own,
I pour them there all along

The soft road of the water
reminds me of my father's party words
"Son, how don't you pother,
looking for your place out in the world?"
The title wrote through the ways,
"Son you'll find your getaway."