Stitches - Wild Child

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