You fucked me up and
left me hanging from
the bottom rung And
now my wrists are sore
these hands no good
for anyone So now
I'm trying to make it
through my first June
without you Without you
I can't feel anything
past these broken bones
And this last December
only made me feel more
alone (Don't come home)
I'm not saying you're
something that's stuck
in my head Cause
it takes more than
a thorn to keep me
out of the garden
I spent three summers
here with my eyes
open wide But now
everything has
crumbled along
with your spine
It's more apathy
than anything anymore
And less of where
I'm standing at your
front door Begging
that you let me in
So go cry to your
father in hopes
that I'll unwrite
these songs
about his daughter
I can't feel anything
past these broken bones
And this last December
only made me feel more
alone (Don't come home)
I'm not saying you're
something that's stuck
in my head Cause
it takes more than
a thorn to keep me
out of the garden
I don't sleep anymore
Knowing you're not
getting much On
the fourth floor
of Townsend On
the fourth floor
of Townsend
I can't feel anything
past these broken bones
And this last December
only made me feel more
alone (Don't come home)
I'm not saying you're
something that's stuck
in my head Cause
it takes more than
a thorn to keep me
out of the garden