My Old Street

It's so hard to look back It's so hard to hold on To the driveway, the front yard The dying grass and dead dogs And mom was getting drunker And she's talking like she's younger She told me that she missed out on her dreams And we both miss sixteen And my old street Just bury me I hear it scream Just bury me It's so hard to leave it I miss it but I've moved on From the driveway, the front yard And the let downs I was raised on My dad is getting older Got a lot on his cold shoulder Their world is getting smaller But they did it all for their young daughter And my old street Just bury me I hear it scream Just bury me My old street Where you can bury me I hear it scream It wants to bury me