I'm Glad You're Not Dead

I'll come home to watch you wave goodbye
To everything you know
Everything you set on fire
Your resentment has done a number on you

I can only try to understand to a point
Why'd you do it with your own two hands?

You come home and wave goodbye
To everything that reminded him of you
Everything you broke, hard
Shots you fired in the dark
Blaming everyone else besides you
My thoughts are rearranged
Yours fell apart like broken glass from a window pane

I can only try to understand to a point
Why'd you do it with your own two hands?