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[huakai]

from "On Your Porch" by The Format

well my dad was sick
my mom, she cared for him
her loving nursed him back to life
and me, I ran
I couldnt even look at him
for fear Id have to say goodbye

and as
I start to leave
he grabs me by the shoulder and he tells me
whats left to lose?
you've done enough
and if you fail, well then you fail but not to us
cuz these last three years
I know they've been hard
but now its time to get out of the desert and into the sun
even if its alone

***

and I
I can see thier eyes
but tell me something
can they see mine?