Like Child - Grieves

I found the keys in the basket by the front door

That ain’t a hiding spot pops, that’s a bad choice

What you think, I would’ve walked right passed it

And never put my hands into that little black basket

I held them close so the metal wouldn’t chop

I’ve been caught red-handed about a million times

But tonight smells different

There’s something about the cloud covering

You ain’t gonna hear me start it over loud thunder

The ground rumbled as I pulled it out the drive

Drove slow to the end of the block, turned on the lights

I felt guilty for a second but it passed

When I put it into second and gave it a little gas

Stronger than anticipated, I was just a kid

You never taught me how to turn and how to skid

I held it tight until my knuckles turned red

But eventually I drove it off the edge

Like father, Like child

Should of known how not to

Oh, Why bother?

Why try?

All of my life, I’ve been watching you

Oh, Like mother, Like child

Should of known how not to

Oh, Why cover?

Why cry?

All of my life I’ve been watching you

You left your baggage in the street

That ain’t a hiding spot mama, I can still see it

What you think I would’ve stepped right over it

Instead of opening it, and hopes that you never noticing

I picked it up and brought it out to the garage

Picked the lock with a bobby pin and opened up the top

I guess I never really knew what I saw

Dug around a little bit and found some pictures of your mom

So I closed it back up and I slid it under my bed

Shoved it to the back where I could easily forget it

Years passed and I don’t think I ever thought of it

It wasn’t something that I thought I would be haunted with

It’s just a box what’s the reason for the lock

Why’s it childhood the only thing that you don’t want to talk about

I guess I’ll answer for myself when I’m grown

And lock a couple boxes of my own

Like father, Like child

Should of known how not to

Oh, Why bother?

Why try?

All of my life, I’ve been watching you

Oh, Like mother, Like child

Should of known how not to

Oh, Why cover?

Why cry?

All of my life I’ve been watching you