Stitches
i don't feel well i don't feel right
i doubt i'll make it through the night
and she swore the stitches wouldn't stay
and good night from far away
she said i spoke with the tongue of spears thats like my words so unclean
she said she hates when i get that way
but its how i stay sane
and i want to come home
cuz i miss your bones
and I'm sick and tired of always sleeping alone
and i need to come back
cuz the road's to hard
too many sinners and too many bars
i hope these walls aren't paper thin
my untied tie my mouth full of gin
and i hope that this mirror is a lie
cuz i don't recognize that guy
well I'm thru the cool
well I've missed the mark
what important now is that i have lost
and while I'm little days away all i can say
is i want you here now lets share a smoke
why aren't you here and i miss your voice
and i swear i can't wait around all morn
and this town is such a bore
and i want to come home
cuz i miss your bones
and I'm sick and tired of always sleeping alone
and i need to come back
cuz the road's to hard
too many sinners and too many bars
(alright let it go)
Balabababa~~lala~ladada~~
and you said dear those stitches will stay
as long as you're awake
so come back home
really soon