Go Home
If I'm a thief
You won't see it
And as a liar
I won't speak
And if I die
It's in a fire
And as a ghost
We won't meet
Digging up
Old graves
Are we losing it
Losing it
Caskets
Skeleton days
Peering back in
Little bit more
Concerned about
The in and outs
Of loving doubt
Find the other
Ways of how
To know oneself
With guilt throughout
I won't hear it
And I can't see it
And I won't hear it
And I can't see it
Not so easy to
Be carefree
When I've
Never seen
Myself pristine
Why is it so
Hard to have
The image of
Truly glad
How
How do I
How can I
Live true
How do I
How can I
Save you
My sense of self
Becoming less
If all i am
Bleeds through
Oh
How do i
How can i
Save you
Were we close
Or just pretending
The spot
On top the bookcase
Kept it empty
Like the thing
That took the
Space had never left
Like it all
Came spilling out
Only memories
Nothing else
Gone
And still it's not done
Dug up to rot
Lived my life for you
Wished the will to stop
Destined to stay here
To welcome you
Now somehow I've lost
All I've been allowed
Have you ever seen
A flower hoard in Sun
No, it only asks
For just enough
To live
To be
To breath
Freely
And
To grow
As it is meant to
Accept it
They're crooked
It offers nothing more
To sit around in regret
This place might be home
But maybe it's best I left
Go home
You won't see it
And as a liar
I won't speak
And if I die
It's in a fire
And as a ghost
We won't meet
Digging up
Old graves
Are we losing it
Losing it
Caskets
Skeleton days
Peering back in
Little bit more
Concerned about
The in and outs
Of loving doubt
Find the other
Ways of how
To know oneself
With guilt throughout
I won't hear it
And I can't see it
And I won't hear it
And I can't see it
Not so easy to
Be carefree
When I've
Never seen
Myself pristine
Why is it so
Hard to have
The image of
Truly glad
How
How do I
How can I
Live true
How do I
How can I
Save you
My sense of self
Becoming less
If all i am
Bleeds through
Oh
How do i
How can i
Save you
Were we close
Or just pretending
The spot
On top the bookcase
Kept it empty
Like the thing
That took the
Space had never left
Like it all
Came spilling out
Only memories
Nothing else
Gone
And still it's not done
Dug up to rot
Lived my life for you
Wished the will to stop
Destined to stay here
To welcome you
Now somehow I've lost
All I've been allowed
Have you ever seen
A flower hoard in Sun
No, it only asks
For just enough
To live
To be
To breath
Freely
And
To grow
As it is meant to
Accept it
They're crooked
It offers nothing more
To sit around in regret
This place might be home
But maybe it's best I left
Go home
Credits
Writer(s): Angelo Vaglica, Ian Quintero, Josh Rogers, Patrick Swain
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