Stitches

I don't feel well I don't feel right I doubt I make it through the night And she swore the stitches wouldn't stay And goodnight from far away She said I spoke with a tongue of spears last night My words so unclear And she said she hates when I get that way But it's how I stay safe 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 To many sinners And to many bars I hope these wall are paper thin My untied tie My mouth full of gin N' I hope that this mirror is a lie Cuz' I don't recognize that guy Well I flew the coop Well I missed the mark What's important now Is that I have lost And while I whittle days away All I can say Is I want you here Now let's share a smoke Why aren't you here N' I miss your folks I swear I can't wait around no more 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 (hard) To many sinners And to many bars (alright let's go) Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba da-ba-ba-ba-ba Da-ba-da-ba-ba da-ba-ba-ba-ba Ba-da-ba-da-da-ba-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Shoo-sha-shoo-sha-we Shoo-sha-shoo-sha-wa Shoo-sha-shoo-sha-we La-ta-da-ta-da La-ta-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da And you said dear your stitches will stay As long as your away So come back home Really soon