You’re calloused
But you don’t even know
I’m picking at my scabs
I’ll let all the bruises show
I’ll never forget what all these feelings meant
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret
I hear a telephone three thousand miles from home
Do you even really care?
Your heart is just a stone
I’ll never forget what all these feelings meant
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret
I’ll never forget what all these feelings meant
Flying home for a funeral was my last regret