Father of the father don’t remember who his kids are at sight 
Daughter becomes mother so mother begins sleeping at night 
No one can wake from the twilight that takes in their mind 
Man becomes child, child then goes backwards in time 
Thoughts are just thinking when you can’t get the words from your mouth 
And you find it more confusing when the sun finally slips through the ground 
Nobody knows where I am or how the hell to get out 
You see, I don’t know these people, I just want to go home to the South 
You were waiting at the door before the morning woke the whole state around 
And we sat inside a room of broken hammers and some paint on the ground 
We lost our minds to the past as we figured it out 
It was a place that I’d return from, but you made your bed to lay down