I'll take Sunday night with a blanket over this old, dark house
An occasional ruffle, but nothing like you or even this memory of you
Do you save our pictures like I do?
Home is where you die
We we're like a lullaby
You hit like a hammer now
You used to lean into me
Now you stand away
Those wheels just push right by now
Just a few feet from my life
If I leaned into their mess
I'd see you in hell See you in hell
You looked straight at me,
then laughed and said so honestly,
"You're so dead now"
As I thought to myself, "Is that really true?"
Because I killed you in my head
You can too
There's no second chance