A letter with your name came to my address
Inside, it had a promise that I fell for once again
"I plan on being around so much more this year"
Now I've just grown bitter, accepting that you're still not here
Concrete walls and barbed-wire fences
That's where your home is, isn't it?
You're there constantly, do what you can to go back in
A part of me hopes you never come out again
I'm tired of your lies and excuses
And your false atonement for your sins
I'm tired of hoping steel beds will give you back to us.