We'll Figure It Out

I watch you grip the wheel like a crucifix
I can't help but feeling like some kind of god exists
We can't talk anymore unless we reminisce
You know we'd never raise our kids up to be like this
And I don't blame you, I know it's not your fault
And I don't blame you for not knowing where we are

When I passed out in the back of your car

I go out in hopes that I'll find you somehow
This year's been the worst but we'll figure it out
I know you're sick but none of us expected this
You're ten hours away and I can't find a way to heal it
If I put it in a letter would you care to even read it
Look at me like I'm useless
I'm starting to think there's some truth to that

I try to forget
All I might've had
Haunted by the red moon on your expired cigarettes
At least that's what Justin says

My memories of you are few and nondescript
I wonder if you ever even really did exist
I know you'll be your own hell until you belong to someone else
So they'll teach you how you can be theirs as well
And I won't blame you I know you think too much
How can you blame a broken leg for needed it's crutch?

But what good has that done either of us?