Old Homes, New Graves – Of Virtue

Your head was down, as you dragged your feet
So hopelessly, I just turned my cheek
Looked the other way
As if I had no clue
That you were suffering

Sometimes it’s just too late to say goodbye
Something you once held so close to your heart
Just withered away, rotted out
And burnt to the ground

And I was no where to be found

I could’ve been your crutch
I could’ve been your friend
But I got tangled up in my own mess

If I could turn back time
No I can’t turn back time
Please let me explain

Sometimes it’s just too late to say goodbye
Caught up in our own hopeless lives
I left you hanging by a thread
Frayed by my own selfishness

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Away with the wind
A piece of yourself is gone

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again
I left you hanging by a thread
Frayed by my own selfishness
I let you down once again

I’m sorry