| I found the keys in the basket by the front door
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| That ain’t a hiding spot pops, that’s a bad choice
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| What you think, I would’ve walked right passed it
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| And never put my hands into that little black basket
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| I held them close so the metal wouldn’t chop
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| I’ve been caught red-handed about a million times
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| But tonight smells different
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| There’s something about the cloud covering
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| You ain’t gonna hear me start it over loud thunder
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| The ground rumbled as I pulled it out the drive
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| Drove slow to the end of the block, turned on the lights
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| I felt guilty for a second but it passed
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| When I put it into second and gave it a little gas
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| Stronger than anticipated, I was just a kid
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| You never taught me how to turn and how to skid
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| I held it tight until my knuckles turned red
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| But eventually I drove it off the edge
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| Like father, Like child
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| Should of known how not to
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| Oh, Why bother? |
| Why try?
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| All of my life, I’ve been watching you
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| Oh, Like mother, Like child
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| Should of known how not to
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| Oh, Why cover? |
| Why cry?
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| All of my life I’ve been watching you
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| You left your baggage in the street
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| That ain’t a hiding spot mama, I can still see it
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| What you think I would’ve stepped right over it
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| Instead of opening it, and hopes that you never noticing
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| I picked it up and brought it out to the garage
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| Picked the lock with a bobby pin and opened up the top
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| I guess I never really knew what I saw
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| Dug around a little bit and found some pictures of your mom
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| So I closed it back up and I slid it under my bed
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| Shoved it to the back where I could easily forget it
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| Years passed and I don’t think I ever thought of it
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| It wasn’t something that I thought I would be haunted with
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| It’s just a box what’s the reason for the lock
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| Why’s it childhood the only thing that you don’t want to talk about
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| I guess I’ll answer for myself when I’m grown
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| And lock a couple boxes of my own
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| Like father, Like child
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| Should of known how not to
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| Oh, Why bother? |
| Why try?
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| All of my life, I’ve been watching you
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| Oh, Like mother, Like child
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| Should of known how not to
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| Oh, Why cover? |
| Why cry?
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| All of my life I’ve been watching you |