Bury my head in the sand
Beneath the casket of the clothes you laid them in
Let's marry them
And let our children roam
The fabric of a bad night where we yelled
The structure blurred
And burn the kids into their night gowns
Bathing with our open wounds
We have nothing left but our faces to touch
Under a mountain Of pressure
To find my way back and be someone better
This home is a maze that I lost myself in
We let our broken arms carry us to Ohio
All the way past your dead sisters house
As the blood from our mouths swallows us
So let's follow it back home
With no sense of direction
Tripping over ourself and the lovers we knew
It's been the worst summer ever
With your funeral coming up
And how I can't believe I got the day off
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