Skin and bones
are attached to the land you came from
rules that raised you
I know you hate to admit it
Steps and strifes
have begun to take form
in a new road
dust still coats you
on the walls of your old house
I know you hate to admit it
I can't stand it
young man,
you listen when I say I'm sorry
this road ain't easy
an attachement isn't too soothing
I know you hate to admit it x2
So, just lose the ghosts that haunt you
I know that they do