Transient (I Don't Miss)

When your father died you were 22,

Finally taught you something after all those years of abuse,

That there truly are those debts you can’t un-do.

Crying in your bed, as you are salting the wound

An object of a sacrament but most men think its just a test,

I think you finally see the truth

I get it now after where you’ve been

I had guilt, you had other men.

I guess we both

We both measured ourselves to them

Home never was the same again, of all the things I missed, you

We’re one of them.

Home never was the same again, of all the things I said

It’s what I always meant.

I could preach to you now about honest men…

I was 17 and just a stupid kid,

Knew nothing more than my sacraments

And even then,

Still the best man you ever met….

That makes me sad for both of us,

Proud that you swore off drugs,

The courage that must of took..

So I got fucked for both of us,

Cried in my fathers truck,

And you just sat

Home never was the same again, of all the things I missed you

We’re one of them.

Home never was the same again, of all the things I said

It’s what I always meant.

Makes me wish we never met

So damn hard to just forget

That one fall we were alone, together

You follow roads that you don’t know

Hoping that they’ll guide you home.

If what you want is a home,

A waste of time that you spent.

It’s not the places you found,

But in the people you kept.

If you think you’re alone its just a turn of the head.

If you’ve been here before you can beat this again.