Good intentions will be different than you planned them
You hold on for the last time the door slams in your face
Dirty laundry, it piles up
You're buried in the guilt
Broken bottles and broken bones, nothing is rebuilt
We can stay here or we can run, but the past catches up
The past catches up
You're thirsty, then drink from my water
You're tired, I'll carry you home
You're thirsty, then drink from my water
You're tired, I'll carry you home
I'll carry you home
I'll carry you home