Empty House by idle threat

I started talking to God last night
In the same way you would a friend
I told Him how I feel hopeless and lost
And how my pain will never end

But you know I've tried
To pass the time
This empty house is growing smaller by the hour
Though I've tried
To leave behind
This empty house, I find myself inside another

Is there somewhere else I can run away to?
Somewhere new that I could rebuild and replace?
Because this old foundation can't carry the weight of
Everything that I've tried so hard to escape

But still it's lingering
Telling me I'll never see the end of this
But I heard you whispering
that "This is not your home."

This is not my home
All I keep as gold
Will rot away like every bone inside of me
(Not my home)
You are all my hope

• Rock
• melodic-hardcore
• pop punk
• post-hardcore
• punk rock
• Nashville