Glass in The Trees

I don't want to come back here, to this place

It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted

And I don't want to come back here, to this place

When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it

And the glass in the trees, and all you left here

Reflects everything that I missed

And the pavement is still warm from the tires

I can still feel the fright that the night brings

Every song that you'd sing

And I won't ever come back here to this place

All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving

And the glass in the trees, and all you left here

Reflects everything that I missed

Slow down

I'll try and make it up to you

They've cut down the trees to try to forget you

But I took a vow to never forget you

If you're still here, then we're waiting

We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes

Until the guilt grows and grows

When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me

And I'll deserve every bit. Because I'm not spiritual yet

I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit

And it's not fading off, we remember the years

As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears

And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this

And standing at your grave, I could have caused this