I remember myself as a boy In the yard playing cars I wore loose-fitting clothes Still feel that obsolete joy When the summer got hotter And we got out the water hose I wore my shirt in the pool back then I was afraid to be seen I've been trying to build a machine That can convert shame into celebration I'll go back in time and reclaim my name I remember myself as a teen Would just stand near the band with my hands towards the sky Embarrassed of everything Lucky for love received from an invisible guy Stained by generational sins I did not deserve good things I've been trying to build a machine That can convert shame into celebration I'll go back in time and reclaim my name I've been collecting spare parts from old cars that are long since out of operation And scraps of old steel, the frames of used wheels that feel tired of personification I'm trying to build a machine That can convert shame into celebration I remember when I was still Kyle The kids called me Cow, even now I grind teeth Grandma said that I looked fat From her perch on the porch looking side-eyed at me I wish I could visit that memory now And give him a set of the keys To a makeshift and duct taped machine That can convert shame into celebration We could dance to the music it screams In a cacophonic orchestration