I know you died inside when they said it was over
wasn’t hard to see life had written it all over your face
got no place left to go
no place left to call home

they’re shutting down the bad old days
say they’re making way for a new thing
they’re shutting down the bad old days
got nothing left now but my new bad ways

and these things will change
and slip slide away like a cobra
try to steal your grip
cause you know it was more than a place
got no place left to go
no place left to call home

when there is nothing left to take from me
what will they try to take from me
my name my clothes my skin
my soul within
they could not contain it
they can not even name it
it would finish them