Empty picture frames
And emotionless walls
Raises a family
Keeping it all in the tradition
Excuses flow like wine
Help is found at the bottom of bottles
Changing is postponed
Wanting to go back to your day
Movements based off pretty faces
And pleasured thoughts
Critical thinking aside to make room
For a funeral
Someone's youth has died
Its just kids raising kids
Nothing to fear, nothing to hide, it's nothing
Always looking back having nothing to show
As the tortured apple tree continues to grow
You're so sorry
Issues and nonsense branded by yourself
Consequences shown in the mirrors that are
Understanding, reminiscing
All the knowledge that you knew
Painful truths they wish weren't true
Everything that defines you
Life's slow burn waiting to kill you
Its just kids raising kids
Nothing to fear, nothing to hide, it's nothing
Always looking back having nothing to show
As the tortured apple tree continues to grow
What are you thankful for?
Nothing
Nothing
Its just kids raising kids
Nothing to fear, nothing to hide, it's nothing
Always looking back having nothing to show
As the tortured apple tree continues to grow