Nose Bleed - Trophy Eyes

Typical me in the nosebleeds

Late to my own funeral

Down, down in front

A childhood flash in front of me

No matter how hard you try

You just can’t fix what isn’t there

I’ll never love you like a father

But I’ll love you like a friend

I’ll learn to love you if it kills me

Taught to run

And die alone

Left you wasted by the phone

You sure made men out of us

Taught to run

And die alone

Left you wasted by the phone

You sure made men out of us

Typical me in the palm trees

Got no time for anyone

Call, call your son

And break your heart with the message tone

A heavy hand makes the man

I know you knew no different

So I can’t hate you for it

But I can’t help the distance