The Place We Used To Call Home Lyrics

I'm starting to think

That another drink might pass the pain away

It's been seven years, and everything has changed

But I still fondly look back on the nights

When the bright lights shined

On our bright, young faces

And I

Think that things took their turn for the worse

The day that our brother

Took his turn in the hearse

And now most days I think that I would rather roam

Than sit inside our crowded home

Pretending all's in place

When in reality

We only wished you could've stopped to see our faces

Realize what you would leave behind

Frail hearts, and cold embraces

We'd spend our days sharing every sound and smile

Building memories 'round cigarettes

Wasting all our time, and so we know

And so we know

Two halves make one

And even though they may act separately

They've come to learn that all good things

Must end out of necessity

I'm finding poetry in everything

But not the kind that makes us smile

No, not the kind we'd like to sing

The kind that makes me see the animal in everyone

Lets me know that every flaw is passed along from son to son

And when everything is said and done

I think I'd like my brother back

Don't want to be an only son

I wish I had back every night I can't remember

Wish that I could just go back to that December

Say the things that you needed to hear

How was I supposed to know

I wouldn't get another year?

And now, we are all wearing the same mask

And yet each face that I see

It differs from the last

So when I think about the place that we used to call home

I think I'd rather roam

So, here's to another drink

Another day to waste

These years will pass us by

And it will never be the same

But I still fondly look back on the nights

When the bright lights shined

On our bright, young faces