Alkaline Trio: Burned is the house

It's like we both have just arrived hereLike we've just stepped off a plane in a new townand the sun was out.I was talking, you would point your ear at melike I was making some sweet soundyou said, "make it loud"But we can never come back here againwe can only hope...to forget.Walked through a cemetery archway into a wood that hung so happily alonebut the words were all wrong.You traded all my ill affections for directions to a party across town.You bring the house down.But we can never go back there againwe can only hope.So...Burned is the house.Gone is the street.Here is the same disappointing retreat.And I need it like hell if I'd lie to myselfto think I could live that life over again. Where the cuts were like guiltand the taste for your eyes I say, "we're up when I couldn't just say goodnight"If you cry me a river you can baptize me inI say, "I guess that's it, now I've fucking seen everything"Woah'sYou were the first real choice I would make,but we all make mistakes, so...Jumped overboard because the water's always greener when the sun shines on the seaWould you drown for me?It's just as deep as you can make ityou tread water when you could stand on your kneesbut don't pray to me.Cause when the lamp ray's taken all it can it will keep you dead.But but, Burned is the house.Gone is the street.Here is the same disappointing retreat.And I need it like hell if I'd lie to myselfto think I could live that life over again. Where the cuts were like guiltand the taste for your eyes I say, "we're up when I couldn't just say goodnight"If you cry me a river you can baptize me inI say, "I guess that's it, yeah, I've fucking seen everything now"Woah'sYou were the first real choice I would make,You were the only one that I would takeNow you'll take til I go.You were the first real choice I would make,but we all make mistakes, so...