"Long Term Relationships Were Only Cool When Divorce Wasn't" by Merchant Ships

'What's the point in listening when your words are filled with lies?

A spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties,

Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be,

The judges voice is cold and clear, "No more family."

We'll be buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood,

Just a place I'll visit, 'cause it'll "do me good,"

When I grow up, I'll forgive you and Dad for this,

But I won't pretend I forgive you when you say "sorry kids."

What's the point in listening when your words are filled with lies?

A spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties,

Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be,

The voice of Death is cold and clear, "No more family."

We'll be buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood,

The eulogy suggests that we once said we could,

Life is not about us, for you and Dad, at least,

So don't expect forgiveness when you say "we're sorry."

We stand on our own, looking for a place to call our home.'

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