Home part 2: if these walls could talk they would've written this song

I can't come home to an empty hello
I'd rather not be greeted at all, the word is so hollow.
I can't come to believe that we've sunk this low
and we seem to continue to fall first you then we follow.
I'm holding the rope now, at least we've got one another.
Please don't let go now, save my sister and brother.
I can't walk down this street and not start to cry
I see a broken door and sunken eyes that see right through.
I can't talk to you now and hold back my tear
I fear that I've created all of these lies to try and uplift you.
Take me home. A home is more than four walls,
some rooms, and a set of halls.
The structure that lives inside can't be subject to divide.
A home is more than a house a house you can live without.
A home must be built with love, and those you've been thinking of.
I fear I'm loosing ground. This city is all that I need.
This skyline right before me.