Lyrics
face first pilot through your window
i walk through those doors and stand there staring
i m done with it now
This aching heart s been handed down, i walk through those doors and stand there staring, so i take that screaming in my head
Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling, i keep my head, but when you get back boy you re just crazy if you dare kiss and tell
I keep my head, and while every grain tears you apart Good, i m done with it now
I m done with it now, and walking out i see you sitting in that ford of your old man s
I m done with it now, i walk through those doors and stand there staring, but done up the best you can
but done up the best you can
so i take that screaming in my head
Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling, i keep my head Come, the boy come home
scratching your arms like your skin is crawling
But when you get back boy you re just crazy if you dare kiss and tell, while i go over it in my head, take one for the team and that pretty lady used to cover up the smell
This aching heart ain t something i done, but done up the best you can
i walk through those doors and stand there staring
And there ain t one soul that s in there dead, so i take that screaming in my head
Where trading up to new distinctions puts justice in your shells, stay done up the best you can
While i go over it in my head, scratching your arms like your skin is crawling
the boy come home
And my hand slips into my coat and everything just freezes, the boy come home
running out i see you sitting in the ford of your old man s
Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling, i walk through those doors and stand there staring
But when you get back boy you re just crazy if you dare kiss and tell, the boy come home, my hand stays out
Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling, and there ain t one soul that s in there dead
this aching heart s been handed down
And there ain t one soul that s in there dead, where trading up to new distinctions puts justice in your shells
the boy come home
But done up the best you can, and while every grain tears you apart
And there ain t one soul that s in there dead, scratching your arms like your skin is crawling