Texty: Jason Bajada. Loveshit. Home's Still Your Bones.

Maybe
You could wait a while
While I can prepare the plans
So I can fix up your smile
Lately
My head's been in a pile
And miles have gone by since you were the answering child

My arms had gone up
But now they must come down
My arms had gone up
But now they must come down
I'm sorry my love, sorry for the sound
Of your heart shattering, dead on the ground

Everywhere you go
There's a comet facing the coldest of poles
Did they tear you down?

You're a beautiful girl in the ugliest town
You're a beautiful girl in the ugliest town
I'm sorry my love, sorry for the sound
Of your heart shattering, dead on the ground

I've been dreaming of ghosts
Cuts like a razorblade, nostalgia alone
Home's still your bones
Move into you, as you move into me
Sit here a moment as you're watching me sneeze
I'm not quite as horny as you'd like me to be

Keep hunting for secrets everyone knows
I've lied to myself, I've lied to my foes
The past is what happened when you were alone
Alone in his room, then you took off your clothes
How did it happen? Why must I know
The images last when I need them to go
I'm sorry my friend
I'm looking for my soul
I'm looking for my soul
If you see it around
Pick up your phone
Pick up your phone
Pick up your phone

(Thanks to gutterwaltz for these lyrics)