Long Term Relationships Were Only Cool When Divorce Wasn't

What's the point of listening when your words are filled with lies? A spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be The judge's voice is cold and clear, "No more family" We'll be buried in a graveyard next to my childhood It's just a place I visit because "It'll do me good" When I grow up, I will thank you and dad for this But I won't pretend I forgive you when you say, "Sorry, kids" What's the point of listening when your words are filled with lies? A spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be The judge's voice is cold and clear, "No more family" We'll be buried in a graveyard next to my childhood It's just a place I visit because, "It'll do me good" When I grow up, I will thank you and dad for this But I won't pretend I forgive you when you say, "We're sorry" We stand on our own looking for a place to call our home We stand on our own looking for a place to call our home We stand on our own looking for a place to call our home We stand on our own looking for a place to call our home We stand on our own looking for a place to call our home We stand on our own looking for a place to call our home