Chorus
I never though it would get so bad
everything would start to change
how many times will i get this wrong
i'm fucking up my brain
this isn't home
where are we goin again
this isn't home
and i don't have any friends
this isn't home
where are we going again
this isn't home
and i don't have any friends
We drove by
the old house yesterday
it looked fine
not the same
but the family looked nice
just some kids
with a husband and wife
chorus
We unpack
not our clothes
but the friends that we had
doors are closed
and my memories bad
people die
well, isn't it sad?