I had to make this place my own
Brought down all these boxes from the attic
that had anything to do with you
Though that it seems I haven't earned
So I might aswell try to learn right away that
No matter how you bleed it,
A refuge in this world of
avaricious thurst for reassurance
where we stood our ground
So why do I still feel that
No matter how you bleed it,
And time takes care of nothing
No matter how you bleed it,
And time takes care of nothing