Family

Somewhere there's somebody whose eyes look just like mine
Whose holidays are heavy 'cause the guest list got real light
Somewhere they tell stories that only tell one side
Never show up for the birthdays, only funerals

Makes me wanna cry till I'm sick
Still swear you and I, we're just kids

You can take scissors and cut all the strings
Cut me out of pictures, so memories don't sting
Break every branch, but there'll still be a tree
Maybe that's the thing with family

Somewhere there's somebody who's telling you you're right
Thought we'd been through harder things
So what's a little fight?
When somewhere there's a friend or two who tells you not to try
Do you like things complicated?
'Cause I hate this

Makes me wanna cry till I'm sick
Still swear you and I, we're just kids

You can take scissors and cut all the strings
Cut me out of pictures, so memories don't sting
Break every branch, but there'll still be a tree
Maybe that's the thing with family

Worst part of it all is that I hope you're sleeping fine
The thought of us don't haunt you, doesn't keep you up at night
I'm not really sure you even know your reasons why
You just hate being wrong, I guess that makes you right
But it's alright, mm

So hand me the scissors and I'll cut all the strings
Cut you out of pictures, so memories don't sting
Break every branch but there'll still be a tree
Maybe that's the thing with family

Inherit so much more than our parents' things
Won't change our numbers, won't change how we think
It is what it is, so we'll just let it be
Maybe that's the thing with family
I guess that's the thing with family