His ghost stands next to me 
I can see him but I can’t speak 
As he steps forward and I step back 
He asks, “What do you miss the most?” 
I miss my little brother 
He hasn’t been around for years 
I miss my little brother 
The thought brings me to tears 

My father, he’s calling out  [bad word] home 

Son I thought I raised you right 
You’re supposed to be the good one 
You’re supposed to be the good son 
Your back has been turned for too long 
We’ve been singing the same old song 

I’m so good [bad word] away and I’m so bad at staying in place.
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from Not a Minute Goes By, released 19 October 2012
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tags: punk emotional hardcore hardcore melodic hardcore post-hardcore screamo Sacramento