The skeleton in the closet crawled out today
with a sneer in his teeth, trying to say
He wanted to start a war again,
wanted me to make peace again,
get the fire in my veins burning again,
teach me lessons
I won't be learning again.
But I won't be broken, won't be crushed.
I'm holding down the fort, love.
I've got my back against the door
trying to even up the score,
keeping out what should be dead by now.
I'm holding down the fort, love.
I've boarded up all the windows
to keep out what we both know
always comes back somehow.
So if in a quiet dream sometime
you hear me give the loudest cry
don't be surprised,
don't open your eyes
don't believe a nightmare's lies.
It just means it's finally over, love.
It means the past is broken,
the past is crushed.