Crowded Parks - Flatsound

Go away, I’ll go, go away

Go away, I’ll go, go away

Go away, I’ll go, go away

Go away, I’ll go, go away

What’s the matter, little babe?

Do you miss your mother’s face?

She had gone and changed her name

But that doesn’t mean a thing

Stay strong, I too have felt betrayed

I saw her hiding drinks

Under baths and kitchen sinks

She won’t stop until she thinks she’s cured, so I’ll

Go away, I’ll go, go away

Go away, I’ll go, go away

Go away, I’ll go, go away

Go away, I’ll go, go away

Little boy, how is your health?

You remind me of myself

If you fight your fears today

I assure you’ll be okay

Because I’ve, I’ve laid right where you lay

Have you broken your promise, son?

Did you play with father’s gun?

Don’t ignore your phobias 'cause they won’t, they won’t

Go away, they won’t go, go away

Go away, they won’t go, go away

Go away, they won’t go, go away

Go away, they won’t go, go away

Oh my lover, oh my friend

I can hear you speak again

And I know I’m movin' on

But I don’t feel that you’ve gone

'CauseI still hear your voice in crowded parks

I played another round

The odds had shot me down

But I’m making something out of myself