Bike Riding Video (MV)

There was a look on my mother's face in old family photos
Something in the way she held her head in a group pose
Something in her smile that didn't match her vacant eyes
There was a look on my brothers face that burned in my young brain
Fury and resolve and a desire to inflict pain
His nostrils flared just like my father's did when his hand would rise
My dad's philosophy was
If you're not suffering in life
Then you're really not doing life right
And when the trauma rises up like a knife
Just push it down and forget about
How hard you tried
Forget about how
Hard you cried
Forget about how
Hard you died inside
There was a child with a father who would yell and scream on Sundays
Some children with a father who would yell and scream on Mondays
A father with two children who look up with expectant eyes
My dad's philosophy was
If you're not suffering in life
Then you're really not doing life right
And when the trauma rises up like a knife
Just push it down and forget about
How hard you tried
Forget about how
Hard you cried
Forget about how
Hard you lied outside
Let's go bike riding
Let's ride out to the dead end
Let's please stop hiding
We'll laugh and then we'll cry and laugh again
No more backsliding
Let's break the loop and be here now not then
Oh no, let"then" be over
Don't want to have to try so hard
Don't want to have to cry so hard
Don't want to have to lie so hard
Die so hard
Let's go bike riding
Let's ride out to the dead end
Let's please stop hiding
We'll laugh and then we'll cry and laugh again
No more backsliding
Let's break the loop and be here now not then
Oh no, let"then" be over
Oh no, oh no, please let"then" be over
Oh no, please let"then" be over