even though you used to call my name
i turned a cheek, i looked the other way
my hands are weak, my soul is laced with shame
'cause i'm the only one whose left to blame
[ nothin ]
parked car and i said it with a hard "r"
got wounds like a scar from a hard spar
no wind and i'm stuck on the sandbar
you say you're the man, sports bars and a charred heart
on some slick rick sh**,
eye patch, chain, black shirt - misfits
throw a b**h fit
man i don't really gotta
i'd rather just cry
original don dada
original kinsella
yeah, thats better
shed mad tears in a thursday sweater
can't keep telling me it gets better
i've read too much nietzche for your speech to impeach
man i don't need company
tattoos, black heart see they run from me
so i lurk in my dark and i stay
comfortably.
man i got these demons
man i've been engaged to the road
used to be skating with friends now there's nothing to show
pretending i'm pensive
i know that you know that i know
'cause d**h is a b**h and you better enjoy before you go
i got so many damn thoughts in my mind
and i can't find the time to replace all the space
even though you used to call my name
i turned a cheek, i looked the other way
my hands are weak, my soul is laced with shame
'cause i'm the only one whose left to blame
you don't know where i've been
so don't expect me to come home
you don't know what i've seen
so don't expect me to come home