Quiet Times from Quiet Times by The Art Of Growing Up

Young boy in his room theres laundry on the floor and old coffee cups. Put that record on escape reality listen to the joyful melody. Across the hall they're arguing again. Mom and Dad won't stop till someone wins. "it's all your fault you little pig, how could you treat your wife like that?" "it's all your fault you little sickness how can manipulate your husband like that?" He hears the door slam. She says she's never coming back. Daddy opens up the fridge grabs a cold one. Swallows it down and grabs two more. He thinks his life just walked out the door. But his life is all alone up in your room. Young boy don't you dare cry it will always be alright.

• Acoustic
• Chicago