With all the odds against us, fighting with our backs against the wall
The last ones to carry this sound, this place is such a trainwreck since you left
Air out your dirty laundry
Move on with the tide
The skeletons in closets make some noise
For boys with complexed, injured minds
Let me see your war face
Let me hear your bark
I'm backed into a corner, and honestly
I don't think we can do much fuckin' worse
You've said your piece, but know it's nothing more than pissing in the pond
There's not a lot to get stoked about
You said it all, you set it off
I'm not a Ghandi and I don't wanna' interfere
But I'd like to see you stick around for another year
Just without that sweater and that posture made for breaking spines
I don't consider myself much but I'm sick of standing idly by without saying
"I wanna' get you the help that you so desperately need"
Stop pretending to be what you think you should be