Graves

We fit our pain into a box Dug a six foot hole and filled it to the top Then we put a road over the dirt To navigate away from the hurt Still back there Is a box with our name Where we buried the pain Where we buried the pain Still back there is a box with our name Where we buried the pain, the blame, the shame We haven't healed a thing We've just concealed the pain Built a big city over the graves Thought the bright lights would keep the ghost away Bought a nice house at the top of the hill Like the further away the less we would feel Still back there Is a box with our name Where we buried the pain Where we buried the pain Still down there is a box with our name Where we buried the pain, the blame, the shame We haven't healed a thing We've just concealed the pain We haven't healed a thing We've just concealed the pain