Burn
Me down to the sticking spot
My hands they feel more like locks
As they slide into place
Tear
Me down like the icicle
You kept by your windowsill
When we were unscathed
And you never thought,
That it would come to this
And you never thought
You'd see it go
So I'm coming home
I'll be there tomorrow
Dressed in the clothes
That you last saw me in
I'll be at your door
I'll lie kill and borrow
Just to get back
To where we should of been
Oh this one's for the memories
White knuckled and grinning face, you can show everyone.
But hold, hold tight to those memories.
We dwell on our enemies despite what we know.
And you never thought
That it would come to this
And you never thought
You'd see it go
So I'm coming home
I'll be there tomorrow
Dressed in the clothes
That you last saw me in
I'll be at your door
I'll lie, kill, and borrow
Just to get back
To where we should of been
This is a song for my mother
Is a song for my best friend
Is a song for my lover
And we
Are all in together
One song for the outcasts,
Who cast out each other.
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