Tekster: Tigers Jaw. Let Go/Trashed Floors.

I felt alive for the first time in years
Tthe night I destroyed what was keeping me here.
Ours were the hands that broke the chain with nothing to gain.
For kids who hate each other, this is a good place to live.
A clean stove, wood floors,
A place that I would call home.
And up my stairs, I can tell that you?re bored.
Let go trashed floors. I wish I never came home.
Pay my respects to last summer, and ?no pictures in the car.?
If I?m living in the past, I?m not living.