I was always told
"You should never bury bones where your spirit grows"
But honestly
A cemetery's just a garden full of gravestones
And I'd like to think that I know you best
When I'm catching the things you get off your chest
It's okay you killed the limbs to build your nest
But when you're buried in the retrospect
It can get easier to forget
You were the one who laid the footsteps
Cause where they've been you can never know
And where they lead you can never go
So circle wagons real slow
All choked up on the dirt you kicked up
When you kill the lamb that you cut your teeth on
So tell me, what is forgiveness worth?
Let the daylight get to know you like I do
I've been worried sick since the day I turned 18
That what I was given would be taken from me
I like to think I've outgrown
But I'm shit at leaving "well-enough" alone
This is getting old
Writing pointless tomes on the telephone
Listen for the symphony
In the way the fresh air seems to speak to me
But I like to think that you know me best
When you get your hands underneath my vest
It's all vines until the space on the other side
I'm worn down on the edges now
From all the pictures I was cut out
What loved me then doesn't need me now
And don't it turn you inside out?
Let the daylight get to know you like I do
I've been worried sick since the day I turned 18
That what I was given would be taken from me
I like to think I've outgrown
But I'm shit at leaving "well-enough" alone
I was always told
"You should never bury bones where your spirit grows"
But honestly
A cemetery's just a garden full of gravestones
So tell me, what is forgiveness worth?
I don't think I know what it's worth
The days you spend outside of the hurt
Because who is going to love them now
That we put their father in the ground?
(And life still goes on, with or without)