Came From

Tires spinning down a dusty road
A lonely drone
With a tired smile you close the door and say
I'll be gone a while

And we're back
To the little old town you came from
Came from
I'm a mess
All these faces draw you back home
Back home

Candlelight flickers
Drawing blood they're a sickness
You talk with your eyes
Will it be alright?
Liquor coats our breaths
And poisons our chatter
In a pretty little world where
Things don't matter

And we're back
To the little old town you came from
Came from
I'm a mess
All these faces draw you back home
Back home

I'm calling you back and
I'm calling you back and
I'm calling you back and
I'm calling you back and
I'm calling you back and
I'm calling you back and
I'm calling you back and
I'm calling you back and



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Ruyi Blanch
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