Texty: Alkaline Trio. Burned Is The House.

It's like we both have just arrived here
Like we've just stepped off a plane in a new town
and the sun was out.
I was talking, you would point your ear at me
like I was making some sweet sound
you said, "make it loud"

But we can never come back here again
we can only hope...
to forget.

Walked through a cemetery archway
into a wood that hung so happily alone
but the words were all wrong.
You traded all my ill affections
for directions to a party across town.
You bring the house down.

But we can never go back there again
we can only hope.

So...

Burned is the house.
Gone is the street.
Here is the same disappointing retreat.
And I need it like hell if I'd lie to myself
to think I could live that life over again.
Where the cuts were like guilt
and the taste for your eyes
I say, "we're up when I couldn't just say goodnight"
If you cry me a river you can baptize me in
I say, "I guess that's it, now I've fucking seen everything"

Woah's

You were the first real choice I would make,

but we all make mistakes, so...

Jumped overboard because the water's always greener
when the sun shines on the sea
Would you drown for me?
It's just as deep as you can make it
you tread water when you could stand on your knees
but don't pray to me.
Cause when the lamp ray's taken all it can
it will keep you dead.

But but,

Burned is the house.
Gone is the street.
Here is the same disappointing retreat.
And I need it like hell if I'd lie to myself
to think I could live that life over again.
Where the cuts were like guilt
and the taste for your eyes
I say, "we're up when I couldn't just say goodnight"
If you cry me a river you can baptize me in
I say, "I guess that's it, yeah, I've fucking seen everything now"

Woah's

You were the first real choice I would make,
You were the only one that I would take
Now you'll take til I go.

You were the first real choice I would make,
but we all make mistakes,
so...