townsend

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

[x2]

I don't sleep anymore (Don't come home, don't come home)

Knowing you're not getting much

On the fourth floor of Townsend (Don't come home, don't come home)

On the fourth floor of Townsend

(And you're a little too close to home)

I don't sleep anymore (Don't come home, don't come home)

Knowing you're not getting much

(And you're a little too close to home)

On the fourth floor of Townsend (Don't come home, don't come home)

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