Look at the house that you built
Tucked in the dark side of town
A forgotten lot that the neighbors had warned was an old Indian burial ground
Somewhere nothing was safe or was sound

You carved our names in the rot
Home base was near the garage
The places we played and the memories we made represent everything we forgot
Represent everything we are not

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Writer(s): Andrew Scheps, Mike Lindsay, Ryan Karazija