Bike Riding

There was a look on my mother's face in old family photos Something in the way she held her head in a group pose Something in her smile that didn't match her vacant eyes There was a look on my brothers face that burned in my young brain Fury and resolve and a desire to inflict pain His nostrils flared just like my father's did when his hand would rise My dad's philosophy was If you're not suffering in life Then you're really not doing life right And when the trauma rises up like a knife Just push it down and forget about How hard you tried Forget about how Hard you cried Forget about how Hard you died inside There was a child with a father who would yell and scream on Sundays Some children with a father who would yell and scream on Mondays A father with two children who look up with expectant eyes My dad's philosophy was If you're not suffering in life Then you're really not doing life right And when the trauma rises up like a knife Just push it down and forget about How hard you tried Forget about how Hard you cried Forget about how Hard you lied outside Let's go bike riding Let's ride out to the dead end Let's please stop hiding We'll laugh and then we'll cry and laugh again No more backsliding Let's break the loop and be here now not then Oh no, let"then" be over Don't want to have to try so hard Don't want to have to cry so hard Don't want to have to lie so hard Die so hard Let's go bike riding Let's ride out to the dead end Let's please stop hiding We'll laugh and then we'll cry and laugh again No more backsliding Let's break the loop and be here now not then Oh no, let"then" be over Oh no, oh no, please let"then" be over Oh no, please let"then" be over