Family surrounds you
You promised yourself
You're better off knowing
They can't stand you
My home
The neverending denial
I'm used to it
Glad that they found you
On the edge of a line
I feel it every time I'm around you
Maybe you're too old for my mind
I'm used to it
Made all the time stamps
You submit to the day
And you say
She that makes you heavy
She don't want to be a portrait of my mind
I'm used to it