I felt alive for the first time in years
The night I destroyed what was keeping me here
Ours were the hands that broke the chain with nothing to gain
For kids who hate each other, this is a good place to live
A clean stove, wood floors,
A place that I would call home
And up my stairs, I can tell that you're bored
Let go trashed floors I wish I never came home
Pay my respects to last summer, and no pictures in the car
If I'm living in the past, I'm not living