Son Be Careful When You’re out on the Streets

It started slowly and it's grown over time
I thought it would end but it's delusional
Might as well never remember my name
I'm the last dot in your long lost brain

And I miss you more than this
And I can't find an adjective
To resemble your everything

Back in the days, you would misbehave
We never knew you were going away
But then it works, your long-term memory
You say "son be careful when you´re out on the streets"

And I miss you more than this (Even though you're here)
And I can't find an adjective
To resemble your everything

It started slowly and it's grown over time
I thought it would end but it's delusional
Might as well never remember my name
I'm the last dot in your
I'm the last dot in your long lost brain