Glass In the Trees
I don't want to come back here, to this place
It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted
And I don't want to come back here, to this place
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here
Reflects everything that I missed
And the pavement is still warm from the tires
I can still feel the fright that the night brings
Every song that you'd sing
And I won't ever come back here to this place
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here
Reflects everything that I missed
Slow down
I'll try and make it up to you
They've cut down the trees to try to forget you
But I took a vow to never forget you
If you're still here, then we're waiting
We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes
Until the guilt grows and grows
When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me
And I'll deserve every bit, because I'm not spiritual yet
I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit
And it's not fading off, we remember the years
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears
And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this
It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted
And I don't want to come back here, to this place
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here
Reflects everything that I missed
And the pavement is still warm from the tires
I can still feel the fright that the night brings
Every song that you'd sing
And I won't ever come back here to this place
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here
Reflects everything that I missed
Slow down
I'll try and make it up to you
They've cut down the trees to try to forget you
But I took a vow to never forget you
If you're still here, then we're waiting
We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes
Until the guilt grows and grows
When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me
And I'll deserve every bit, because I'm not spiritual yet
I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit
And it's not fading off, we remember the years
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears
And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Miles, Chad Shellabarger, Joshua Shellabarger, Brandon Rike, Todd Osborn
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