Lyrics Carson - Rare Americans

Carson wanted to fit in just like you and me
He had it bad, ADHD
Kids are pure evil, just impossibly mean
14-year-old dead for me

I'm lyin' with my son, tuckin' him into bed
I read him a story, then I kissed his forehead
I pray hard if something happens
He's gonna know what to do

Carson, we been thinkin' 'bout you
Carson, we been thinkin' 'bout you
Wearin' your birthday shoes
Wearin' your birthday shoes

You wanted to fit in
You wanted somewhere to belong
Life won't be wasted
Kids hear this song
They're gonna stand up and say something
They're gonna save a life

Keep your chin up, yeah
Put a smile on your face
These are the toughest days

Carson, we been thinkin' 'bout you
Carson, we been thinkin' 'bout you
Wearin' your birthday shoes
Wearin' your birthday shoes

They won't let up, you gotta know back up
It's a half-empty cup, turn your music up
Turn your music up
Turn your music up
Turn your music up
Turn your music up
Turn your music up
Turn your music up
Turn your music, music, music up

Close those eyes, realize
Someday soon comes a brand-new moon
And we graduate from this cruel cartoon
This ain't goin' away
This ain't goin' away
This ain't goin' away