Lyrics

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