Family homes
Discarded fictions, envelopes
Empty words hardened for shutting mouths
Studied and built
Perfect pictures, pantries filled
Your eyes start playing tricks on you
Your ears won't help you find your way home
Your way home
If I could take you back
To the way that you were I would but I can't
And the part that's worse is
I could break you down
If one wrong word fell daftly from my mouth
So I wait for you and see
Ahead of the curve
The cul-de-sac your heart's been curbed to see
That all that come will go
The mortar provides
The fastest path but walking won't suffice
With all these tricks you've learned
I know that you could make it on your own
On your own
If I could take you back
To the way that you were I would but I can't
And the part that's worse is
I could break you down
If one wrong word fell daftly from my mouth
So I wait for you and see
I don't bet on hope
Cause I know your road
I know your street games
