Trying to remember the names of the placesWhere we used to go when we were youngIt's so weird that when you get olderFeels like time is going fasterYou just try to hang onAnd realize what is realYou built your own graveyardLeft all the tombs openI wondered who they're waiting forUntil one day I understoodYou said every soul needs a homeThis is not a boneyardBut a home for broken dreamsWe shared the same bottleSmokes were all mineI know you are still here somewhereBut I don't want to find youEven if you'd like to forgetSome memories will come backYou have to swallow the painDespite the tasteYou built your own graveyardLeft all the tombs openI wondered who they're waiting forUntil one day I understoodYou said every soul needs a homeThis is not a boneyardBut a home for broken dreams