What a pity that it is
The way [bad word] back home
I tried to make a point
To sell the last of what I own
Well I can feel your breeze
Begin to choke my living soul
But I promise that its worth it

What a pity that it is
To write you in a song
I tried to make the words [bad word] the kingdom to your soul
No matter how I try its just a lyric nothing more
And it cant be worth it

What a pity that it is
To know that your alone
I tried to clean your place up, make it feel like you were home
No matter how I try, it's still a house on sand, you know
And I'm not really worth it
No I m never really worth it
And its not really worth it