Lyrics: William Brown/Nicholas Carpenter/Conor Dickinson
Music: William Brown/Nicholas Carpenter/Conor Dickinson
Standing in the back of a delivery room
Watching the love of your life go under
Your old man had plans and never visited you
Now, you wonder how you'll ever be a father
And when I was fifteeen, you were fifty-five
And I got tall and you never saw eye to eye
Now that I'm older, I got empathy
And you look like the man that I'm gonna be
Did I grow up into someone that you like?
I know the people you heard from told you it was all black and white
Things that were shaping you, things that are shaping me
And we both know you can't run from family
And would we have been friends if we were born at the same time?
Maybe in another life
On your way home from the delivery room
Holding the love of your life in a bundle
You were the invisible kid from a litter of six
Your dream was just to be a mother
And when I was fifteen, you told me everything
A whole bunch of heavy shit that I couldn't process
Now that I'm older, I got empathy
You were trying like hell to connect with me
Did I grow up into someone that you like?
I know the people you heard from told you it was all black and white
Things that were shaping you, things that are shaping me
And we both know you can't run from family
And would we have been friends if we were born at the same time?
Maybe in another life
We could go out sometime
Watch a game, get a burger and fries
Get high, I'd smoke you out
Maybe in another life
I could be some guy that you lean on when you're having doubts
Would I grow up into someone that you like?
I know the people you heard from told you it was all black and white
Things that were shaping you, now they're shaping me
And I'm so glad we're family
And would we have been friends if we were born at the same time?
Maybe in another life