Ships

We've run out of things to say
I wanna hide away at night
I miss the meaning in my head now
And I still ask about your day
But I'm looking at my phone
And you're trying not to yell, yeah
I wanna fade into the background
We're sitting here in silence
But I'm bobbing to the rhythm
In the back of my head
You're thinking of the places
That you wish you were instead
If you could get me out of bed

Let me off easy
Drop me off at home
Let me off easy
Alone with acetone

You're still with me every day
And you treat me soft just like I need
But sometimes I wish you'd kick my teeth in
Spit in my face again, we could call it even
Swing your steel toes through the change in the seasons

I wish my shin had a tattoo of that old bruise
I wish my feet still got blisters in older shoes



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Gammon
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