I hate the smell here and the darkness

Feeling so cold

I hate the silence in the cardboard

Only echo

Your voice, the only thing I don't remember

But even after all this time, I'd recognize you forever

If he could be a kid again

We'd stay up for hours in his bed

We'd talk about the things he's seen

Where he's been

And everything in between

I'm happy that he's growing up

But he left me in an attic box

No chance to

No chance to win this race

I could never keep the pace

I could never keep the pace

Your voice, the only thing I don't remember

But even after all this time, I'd recognize you forever

If he could be a kid again

We'd stay up for hours in his bed

We'd talk about the things he's seen

Where he's been

And everything in between

I'm happy that he's growing up

But he left me in an attic box

I'm not the one he's thinking of

Our memory is full of dust

I'm in an attic box

No chance to win this race

Not fair, never could keep pace

No chance to win this race

No chance to win this race

Not fair, never could keep pace

No chance to win this race

If he could be a kid again

We'd stay up for hours in his bed

We'd talk about the things he's seen

Where he's been

And everything in between

I'm happy that he's growing up (no chance to win this race, not fair, never could keep pace)

But he left me in an attic box (no chance to win this race)

I'm not the one he's thinking of (no chance to win this race, not fair, never could keep pace)

Our memory is full of dust (no chance)

I'm in an attic box