Lyrics:

From a friend, from my childhood town in regards to my childhood house
That old house that your father can't sell, some saw a man moved in, seems to be living there now!
We never did seem to fit in well, and when we left it, though, we left in disgrace
And it's been years, a homeless squatters den now, and I can't keep from letting all this buried time from pouring out

Wide awake dreaming of my home
Never knew there'd be trouble in those dark, bleak
Rooms of hazy m?mories
Feels poetic that's based only hom?-to abuse
Now you, it hits as hard as hindsight
Lovely in my mind as if I were blind
And you shattered its soul
A rotten house in a perfect town exposed

You could find, eventually
A peace within, at least
You seem better to me
Perhaps maybe thinkin' wishfully
So much time spent at that space
With knotted stomach, I'd pray
Naive hope for grace
Unaware of what this all meant to you!

But on better days I empathize
You weren't always great to leap up with style
Dismiss your crazy thoughts, I know you tried
I know it didn't always feel like it, but I know you tried

I'm wide awake dreaming of my home
Never knew there'd be trouble in those dark, bleak
Rooms of hazy memories
Feels poetic that's based only home-to abuse
Now you, it hits as hard as hindsight
Lovely in my mind as if I were blind
And he shattered its soul
A rotten house in a perfect town exposed

Though I've been thankful lately that I went back home to you
I've been thankful lately that I went back home
I've been thankful lately
I've been thankful lately
I've been thankful lately