when you've gone about things all the wrong way burry them here,
with a life time you would never forget
in savoring sleep, what do you mean i toss and turn everywhere?
i'll miss you when you're gone in pretending that you meant the world to me
with that you'd call me a liar and in the making mistake you'll rest incomplete
(i'll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i'll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
when the hands read 7:30 and your night begins to sink in the short but faster fall
in the anxious but calm retort to mirror that frames your face baring the finest swell
when the day begins to break like the tears that run across your cheek
stand straight and imagine you then in the things and the way they could have been
when the thoughts they race across your chin here in the neverend
(i'll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i'll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep here in there after the fire
(before you walk home) when the days found figuring will he be home again
(signal loss and stereo) with wide open windows will she be waiting for
(the sounds surround the overpass) with severed arm placement when the day's dark, old and dead
(a dead man against you) we'll write her a letter in a long time passing by...
(i'll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i'll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he's out on his own
point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep here in there after the fire
i'll be home to say i love you and i'll be moving on
