Clung tight to her chest Heart slow but it's beating Observing each breath The pitiful movement repeating Dad's looking on Not proud but he's willing [?] 16 is hard But it's such a long way home for them A home they made together Their own lives barely knew That down my schooling system In shell suits sniffing glue Deprived of love and sunlight They grew, they grew An oddly kind of symmetry A joke upon the state Two lines that crossed too early What life could they create? But smoke stains the walls of every room they can recall But they are together Dragged home by the neck For weeks of suspension Diagnosis by 10: 00 A clear deficit inattention But no words are said His father's life he'll live again No hold too tough to break He's bred into the same mistakes An oddly kind of symmetry A joke upon the state Two lines that crossed too early What life could they create? An oddly kind of symmetry A joke upon the state Two lines that crossed too early What life could they create? A home they made together Their own lives barely knew Child tracing round a template As he's turning in to you Child tracing round a template As he's turning in to you