Cul-de-sacs

I've been leaving messages on an answering machine In a house that's always empty, so I know nobody's listening I've been confessing my transgressions over tape hiss And the silence makes me sick No good can come from this [Chorus] I'm letting go I've been holding on like poison ivy Out of cold suburban concrete From this careless urban sprawl I'm letting go You know we can't keep out of trouble I thought my kids would call you uncle I thought we'd never be alone I've got images of you inside my head Outside of the gas station where we always used to shoplift It's car-crash rhetoric We fucked up everything we came in contact with Just boyhood recklessness [Chorus] If you walked me home, you'd know how weak my arms got I just can't carry you If you walked me home, I know I'd have flashbacks Of snow angels and gut laughs If you walked me home... but you won't You're all alone on some bullshit, pill-bottle vision quest If you walked me home, I don't know when I would finally Work up the backbone to walk alone [Chorus]