Forgive us not our trespasses, we're only betraying ourselves, kick us when we're down, and teach us how to become better people.
Let the moon make us howl, let the sun make us burn, we are the kind of people that give this town a bad name.
What happens in the streets follows us home into our beds, and all that's left in the morning is a whisper and a sense of dread.
Drive that wedge ever deeper with every weighted word.
Smash your hammers down and crack our weak foundations.
Fucking with this is the worst thing any of us could do right now.
But we've all got our reasons, and that's the reason we're falling apart.

Never burn a bridge until you've got off of it.
The ground beneath our feet is cracking, we're all to blame.

This doesn't feel like mine, I don't think it really ever could. You all talk of ghosts and call up phantoms, and I am quiet, and I laugh with everyone else because it's more awkward if I don't. I love you all, but this is temporary. This is temporary and sometimes this is a fact that makes me glad when I wish it didn't. You all have a head start and a history and right now I can't wait to get home.