Old Things

This pain's a hard one to go through. The way it twists and surrounds you. It always comes back to haunt you. It's a hard truth to swallow. I can't remember how your voice sounds, I'm searching for the words but they don't come out. You don't haunt my dreams anymore, won't you come back down?

I pace the steps that we used to take like it's gonna bring anything back to me.

It felt like all my sins were born in the back of your car. I was just a refugee in this house but I was one of yours. You were far from perfect and so was I, it came to a head from time to time. It was always us against us, it was always us against the world.

You're the reason why I like old things. Nothing's really ever broken anyway. You're the reason why I am this way, I can't let go of much of anything.

I'm faithless, the fate of your soul haunts me.

I'm faithless, this pain is relentless.

They want you down on your knees.

They want you to beg and pray and plead.

They want you down on your knees.

But it ain't gonna solve anything.