Intro: verse 1 Half washed off sidewalk chalk Little blurry memory blocks This conscious mind forgot but he's still getting caught in the sting of daddy's belt Terrified of himself And passing down this hell of little memories With so many little people Having big things to do There is bound to be one of them Looking up to you To be all their glitter and the glue sticks And their color-in' books There's a story being written When you take a closer look This is more than just a moment So be careful how you treat Your little memories