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