Skin

Yours sticks and stones might make me feel ok
Because words are nothing and i feel I'm rotting away
Bush full of birds and my hands are full of dust
My wheels are turning but the road are full of rust

Absence makes the heart grow darker
Distance lends frustration to the view

My head's full of words, please just take them away
I need a little skin, won't you come, won't you stay
Come on let me show you what my fingers are for
They weren't made for typing, now that's for sure

I paint a picture with the words we always say
A thousand "miss you" makes it fifty shades of gray
I've got a stone two birds and house of glass
You wanna bet the stone will hit me in the ass

Absence makes the heart grow darker
Distance lends frustration to the view

My head's full of words, please just take them away
I need a little skin, won't you come, won't you stay
Come on let me show you what my fingers are for
They weren't made for typing, now that's for sure



Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Erik Olsson, Daemon Mattias Lord Euvel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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