Glass In The Trees

I don't want to come back here, to this place
 It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted
 And I don't want to come back here, to this place
 When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it
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 And the glass in the trees, and all you left here
 Reflects everything that I missed
 And the pavement is still warm from the tires
 I can still feel the fright that the night brings
 Every song that you'd sing
 And I won't ever come back here to this place
 All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving
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 And the glass in the trees, and all you left here
 Reflects everything that I missed
 Slow down
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 I'll try and make it up to you
 They've cut down the trees to try to forget you
 But I took a vow to never forget you
 If you're still here, then we're waiting
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 We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes
 Until the guilt grows and grows
 When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me
 And I'll deserve every bit, because I'm not spiritual yet
 I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit
 And it's not fading off, we remember the years
 As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears
 And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this
 And standing at your grave, I could have caused this