Twenty years and twenty days,
So much hoped for in so many ways.
Time is spent wondering minds on travel,
When will it happen, how will I handle?
Are you my insight or were you my foresight?
I'll dream myself to sleep and question through the night
Thank you for giving me these answers to see,
And taking time to show your true self to me.
Fuck you, you fucking fuck.
Man of the year award, you're shit out of luck.
Thanks for showing me how to be a man,
Observe, act opposite, now I understand.
How many left turns before you feel right?
Forced 'I love you' must make your night.
Who will be there when death comes to call?
Funny the outcome, who banished them all?
Do all that you've said, not what you've done.
I've finally shown my face around.
My hearts been frozen numb,
Twenty years of angst for this to come.
Am i a long lost tragedy,
Or just my fathers son?
When I was your age, look what I have done.
Don't feed me that bullshit, you ran out on your son.
Don't preach your ethics, O noble man of charm.
For a man was known to pat his back until he broke his arm.
Thank you for giving me this glance,
Now I know what I must do to give my son a chance.
Started in 1995, Bridge Nine is a label that specializes in hardcore punk, with close to 300 recordings in our catalog. Check us out and keep an eye out for updates!
