Burrow of Sin

Maybe if I wrote it all down it'd make a little a little more sense
But I can't talk with you about what I've done and about where I've been
A dream where I'd find home where I'd lock the door and you you'd be gone
But what good would any of it do if home was all I knew

You can't change who you're made of
Or what cloth you came from
If I stitched my own I'd be fine
You would get sober
He would've gotten older
In a life that's not mine

So hang your self up on your cross (it won't bring him back)
And tell me all that you lost (and you can't take it back)
No need to feel swallowed again (it won't bring him back)
It was all a burrow of sin
Burrow of sin

There's a wire in your brain
A broken link in the chain
One you didn't ask for
You do well for a change until he offers you a drink
And you can't turn it down
We don't do that in this town

Raised a few kids who do all that you did
Until one of them slid too far
Now all that is left is an old guitar broken heart
It's not your fault

So hang yourself up on your cross (it won't bring him back)
And tell me all that you lost (and you can't take it back)
No need to feel swallowed again (it won't bring him back)
It was all a burrow of sin
Burrow of sin

You can't change who you're made of
Or what cloth you came from
If I stitched my own I'd be fine (I'd be fine)
You would've gotten sober
He would've gotten older
In a life that's not mine

So hang your self up on your cross (it won't bring him back)
And tell me all that you lost (and you can't take it back)
No need to feel swallowed again (it won't bring him back)
It was all a burrow of sin
Burrow of sin
Burrow of sin