It's sad, it's whatever
They'll never see the two of us together
They'll grow up and come down
To sip their drinks through our frowns
They'll learn much and forget much
They'll injure and heal like the rest of us
They'll ponder our regrets
And wonder how much they've inherited
What should they know?
How should I know?
I've got a song to sing though
It makes sense, I'll admit
It happens to all of us in some sense
We let go and lose grip
Or we force these grins and bear it
But it's our choice and it's a dare
To what is there and what is not there
What should they know?
How should I know?
I've got a song to sing though