[Verse]
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"

[Verse]
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 voice of Death is cold and clear
"No more family"
We'll be buried in a graveyard
Next to my childhood
The eulogy suggests that we once said, “We could"
But life is not about us
For you and dad at least
So don't expect forgiveness when you say
"We're sorry"
[Outro]
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