90° on a Monday morning, the casket is lowered into the ground.
The death of everything you treasured.
You watch the door slam without making a sound.
Burn it to the ground.
You see what you thought was the straight and narrow
was just the white lines blurring as one.
You don't know if you could find a reason,
but deep in your head it is already gone.

I stole the only thing that mattered.
You gave it away just like you wanted to.
You sure didn't need any convincing,
but you gotta do what you gotta do.

You watched yourself die early Saturday morning.
Turned the lights off so you couldn't watch the fall.
But I'm not the one who pulled the trigger.
I think ya need someone and something to blame after all!

Since when do I make all your decisions?
Regret, sorry, didn't know that you had these feelings.
I just did what I thought we both said we wanted to do.
You said then, you loved it, and I said that I loved you!
Maybe it's OK cause we were merely children.
But that don't mean that what I did was stealin.
You can't see growing up is holding yourself to your actions.