In the parking lot we fed the geese Fries you bought from the Wendy's and If we had shared more memories I might not have cared 'bout ones like these But I won't blame you Or try to shame you For why I'm ashamed Of the things I became My fists were tight I didn't know how To learn to fight once fallen down and When my mistakes need an excuses It's easy to make that reason you But I won't blame you Or try to shame you For why I'm ashamed Of the things I became You held me full read me something About a bull who feared the ring and If we had faced the time we planned Would I have space for Ferdinand? And I won't blame you Or try to shame you For why I'm ashamed Of the things I became And are you ashamed of the things we became?