Trap me in the rearview and freeze me in time

You can't face your past now I'm part of the crime

Your version of the story's no tale of mine

You call it your truth I call it a lie

Now I'm a ghost of the years that you try to forget

But at 17 you don't know anything yet

Call them dark times and put away them years

Guess the good times drowned in the wake of tears

I'm still the same boy who played you off to sleep

And I carry those nights like a patch on my sleeve

So trade your old family for something new

But they won't know your truth quite like I do

No they won't know your truth quite like I do