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A head full of something in a hand full of nothing at all, at all, at all
I cringe at the mention as I twist at the dial to call, to call, to call
Eight miles from Odessa look at the mess I made of it all
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to get held back again
I think it's fate thats a maniac again
I just can't hate that things are happening without me
A glass full of bottles in a room of Aristotles I see, I see, I see
I wince in the corner cause I'm looking for some order to be, to be, to be
Too far from home to undress and sit with the mess I've made of it all
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to get held back again
I think it's fate thats a maniac again
I just can't hate that things are happening without me
Send a picture I think we all wanna know where you've been
Has it been so long? I'm thinking it's time that you come home again
A wish full of something in a hand full of nothing at all, at all, at all
I'm learning how to listen as I'm twisting at the dial to call, to call, to call
I wish you'd see me I'm so grown up I got up after every fall
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just cant wait
Send a picture I think we all wanna know where you've been
Has it been so long? I'm thinking it's time that you come home again
Send a picture I think we all wanna know where you've been
Has it been so long?
I'm thinking it's time that you come home, time that you come home again
I cringe at the mention as I twist at the dial to call, to call, to call
Eight miles from Odessa look at the mess I made of it all
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to get held back again
I think it's fate thats a maniac again
I just can't hate that things are happening without me
A glass full of bottles in a room of Aristotles I see, I see, I see
I wince in the corner cause I'm looking for some order to be, to be, to be
Too far from home to undress and sit with the mess I've made of it all
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to get held back again
I think it's fate thats a maniac again
I just can't hate that things are happening without me
Send a picture I think we all wanna know where you've been
Has it been so long? I'm thinking it's time that you come home again
A wish full of something in a hand full of nothing at all, at all, at all
I'm learning how to listen as I'm twisting at the dial to call, to call, to call
I wish you'd see me I'm so grown up I got up after every fall
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just cant wait
Send a picture I think we all wanna know where you've been
Has it been so long? I'm thinking it's time that you come home again
Send a picture I think we all wanna know where you've been
Has it been so long?
I'm thinking it's time that you come home, time that you come home again
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Writer(s): Jacob Hoffpauir
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