Sloth Hands - Song for My Neighbors

The curbs on these streets won't comfort you
You who's being yelled at by your parents
One day you'll discover something more
Beyond your driveway
This place has been on many Top Ten lists
For murder and crime and miserable places
One day we'll discover something more
Beyond our driveways

And we'll find one day that we don't matter
We're getting too old for ourselves
Place our dreams in an overcrowded heaven
I don't want them to wait
I just want them to feel okay with me

One day I will amount to what I've dreamt
What's keeping me from it, I don't really know
I depend on the interest of those
Who have nothing
Necks break as heads lean towards the ground
We're not being punished we're just being put down
Is this how we perceive those who have nothing

And we'll find one day that we all matter
We're still not too old for ourselves
We can befriend our teenage minds
We can teach our kids right
We can give them the chance to leave

Teach me how to live and I'll be fine
Tell me everything will be all right
I don't want to know how to get ahead of others
I just want to know how to survive

Written by:
Sloth Hands

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