Anhedonia

I was always told
 "You should never bury bones where your spirit grows"
 But honestly
 A cemetery's just a garden full of gravestones
 And I'd like to think that I know you best
 When I'm catching the things you get off your chest
 It's okay you killed the limbs to build your nest
 But when you're buried in the retrospect
 It can get easier to forget
 You were the one who laid the footsteps
 Cause where they've been you can never know
 And where they lead you can never go
 So circle wagons real slow
 All choked up on the dirt you kicked up
 When you kill the lamb that you cut your teeth on
 So tell me, what is forgiveness worth?
 Let the daylight get to know you like I do
 I've been worried sick since the day I turned 18
 That what I was given would be taken from me
 I like to think I've outgrown
 But I'm shit at leaving "well-enough" alone
 This is getting old
 Writing pointless tomes on the telephone
 Listen for the symphony
 In the way the fresh air seems to speak to me
 But I like to think that you know me best
 When you get your hands underneath my vest
 It's all vines until the space on the other side
 I'm worn down on the edges now
 From all the pictures I was cut out
 What loved me then doesn't need me now
 And don't it turn you inside out?
 Let the daylight get to know you like I do
 I've been worried sick since the day I turned 18
 That what I was given would be taken from me
 I like to think I've outgrown
 But I'm shit at leaving "well-enough" alone
 I was always told
 "You should never bury bones where your spirit grows"
 But honestly
 A cemetery's just a garden full of gravestones
 So tell me, what is forgiveness worth?
 I don't think I know what it's worth
 The days you spend outside of the hurt
 Because who is going to love them now
 That we put their father in the ground?
 (And life still goes on, with or without)