Germany, 1991 - Proper.

Start from the beginning

Because even though I’d like you to believe

I came out swinging

It was more of a stumble

A trip

A fall

Through the floor and straight into a brick wall

And in this metaphor my bones

Well they never properly finished healing

But I’m not trying to say

That my entire childhood was completely twisted and frayed

Just that it’s hard to feel complete when you know you can’t stay

The military decides in 2 years time

That you’ll pack up and move a couple thousand miles away

To another commissary, another BX

Another 10 o’clock curfew

«You're all set!»

Another crush you’ll watch from afar for another 2 years but never bed

Another batch of asshole airmen

Who think they’re the reason we’re all still here

No, just because you decide to enlist doesn’t make you any kind of fucking hero

All I wanted was a chance to care to memorize names and shake hands

To build this Family Bed with every friend I never truly met

The kind of bond you find early on that doesn’t have any boundaries or quotas

Something like Walter and Jesse

Or-wait!

no no!

Probably more like Logan and Dakota

What the fuck is wrong with me?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’m surrounded by familiar faces and I still feel lonely

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Now I got my roots planted firmly

Got the support I said I would need

So I should be happy with what I’ve got

But I’m not