Would I be a good father

Would I raise a good daughter

Oh I want to be the author

But I lined them up for slaughter

We should move where it's warmer

But I don't have armor

I don't have a armor

What will happen when I'm older

Children carry age on their shoulders

They've been holding up a boulder

The spine cracked, they've gotten shorter

My dad bought my first recorder

And I don't have armor

I don't have armor

And if you see me in the rain

And I'm lost in thought again

Oh I'm probably pondering

I'm back and forth, I'm all over the place

I'm back and forth

But it's only a little farther

And it's been weeks since you saw your brothers

And you've thought it all over

And said maybe when I'm older

Cause I am heavy, underwater.