Letters Home
This is a test of my emergency broadcast system, are you picking up the sirens of my mind?
I just wanted, I just wanted to see if you cared enough to think about me
Her eyes, never looked so good, and her skin tastes so divine
I'm just an animal, you can trust me when I say, she didn't make it home that night
My father always said home is where the heart is
My home is dead and cold
A preacher and a whore, I couldn't ask for more, the confirmations of a life fulfilled
Will you bury me, between the river and that oak tree? I just want to be close to you
Just a man made of flesh and bone, surely crushed by my decisions
It's the end, no matter how hard I run, I must submit to life's retribution
My father always said home is where the heart is
My home is dead and cold
A preacher and a whore, I couldn't ask for more, the confirmations of a life fulfilled
Will you bury me, between the river and that oak tree? I just want to be close to you
This what I've become, everything that I've hated
This what I've become, everything that I
Everything that I am, everything that I wanted to be
Has been ripped, been ripped, from me
Tonight I take it back
Tonight I take it back
My life, my hands, my life, its mine
I just want you to know, that this place is not your home
This place is not your home
Return to me, return
You're never going home
I just wanted, I just wanted to see if you cared enough to think about me
Her eyes, never looked so good, and her skin tastes so divine
I'm just an animal, you can trust me when I say, she didn't make it home that night
My father always said home is where the heart is
My home is dead and cold
A preacher and a whore, I couldn't ask for more, the confirmations of a life fulfilled
Will you bury me, between the river and that oak tree? I just want to be close to you
Just a man made of flesh and bone, surely crushed by my decisions
It's the end, no matter how hard I run, I must submit to life's retribution
My father always said home is where the heart is
My home is dead and cold
A preacher and a whore, I couldn't ask for more, the confirmations of a life fulfilled
Will you bury me, between the river and that oak tree? I just want to be close to you
This what I've become, everything that I've hated
This what I've become, everything that I
Everything that I am, everything that I wanted to be
Has been ripped, been ripped, from me
Tonight I take it back
Tonight I take it back
My life, my hands, my life, its mine
I just want you to know, that this place is not your home
This place is not your home
Return to me, return
You're never going home
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Writer(s): Stolen Sun
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