We learned how to swim
Every hour a study in chemistry
We were cowards
We learned to swim
Of course, that was way back when
In the lean years, when you could trust your friends
Thieves were thicker then
God, thieves were thicker then
That should have been the end
But I don’t blame you that you had to try
To make me your alibi
I’m just confused to why
Why it’s so hard to hold my tongue
I guess my daddy IS still the general’s kid
Same way I’m still his
That’s probably what it is
So here’s the view of the ruins
Prove to you, we didn’t know what we were doing
And a city raised around the temples we burned to the ground
All those words of blame
We find to make up for mistakes we made
And beg our dues be paid
We pray our dies be paid
Here’s the view of the ruins
Proof to you we never knew what we doing
And a city raised around the temples we razed to the ground
All that’s left of our past
Solemn, sad artifacts
Felt ribbons
And photographs of the years we learned to swim
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