These things just seem so minimal when we're still told who we can and cannot love I'm a white suburban male and yet I still blame everything else when I fail Have we forgotten why we sing? Or given up on everything? Honey, we've shrunk the kids' will to fight Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light We're cutting the threads of the things we've sewn This room is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe These kids won't even remember me Someone take me home We're coming to terms with the seeds we've sown