My Old Street

It's so hard to look back

It's so hard to hold on

To the driveway, the front yard

The dying grass and dead dogs

And mom was getting drunker

And she's talking like she's younger

She told me that she missed out on her dreams

And we both miss sixteen

And my old street

Just bury me

I hear it scream

Just bury me

It's so hard to leave it

I miss it, but I've moved on

From the driveway, the front yard

And the let downs I was raised on

My dad is getting older

Got a lot on his cold shoulder

Their world is getting smaller

But they did it all for their young daughter

And my old street

Just bury me

I hear it scream

Just bury me

My old street

Where you can bury me

I hear it scream

It wants to bury me