Cradle of Family

I flew in dirty like a word from a murderous mouth
 the news came to me, id been too long south
 things had changed in the days of my sleep
 do whatever he says and ignore the creep
 she looked at me lke i was jailbait;
 her smile was more liek a sneer
 Laced up with a rouch of hate,
 when that smile used to be so clear
 not sure what would happen yet, i ordered from the bar
 i know that im not perfect but you are, who you are
 I miss the cradle of family
 i miss the comfort of home
 i miss the way that i used to be
 more than i have missed being alone
 but you just had to go there and you knew i would resist
 like do i ever think about babies that do not exist?
 you were calling me out on things i did when i wsa young
 imagine being held accountable
 for everything that you have ever done
 i miss the comfort of a lovers bed
 i miss the girl that i once knew
 i miss the idea we created in our heads
 more than i have ever missed you
 i cant believe, the secrets that i keep
 the scars that you can see
 are nothing like the ones we have unleashed
 like St. Augustine before me, i am sorry for my sins
 but i have no regrets about the places i have been
 theres no way i can say im sorry
 for the things that you decide to do
 i guess you went for money; i just had to get away from you
 i miss the innocense of purity
 i miss the things i never had
 i miss the way that i used to be
 before you ever got to my head
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