Knuckle Puck - Townsend lyrics

You fucked me up and left me
Hanging from the bottom rung
And now my wrists are sore
These hands no good for anyone
So now I'm trying to make it
Through my first June without you
Without you

I can't feel anything past these broken bones
And this last December only made
Me feel more alone (Don't come home)
I'm not saying you're something that's
Stuck in my head
Cause it takes more than a thorn to
Keep me out of the garden
I spent three summers here with
My eyes open wide
But now everything has crumbled
Along with your spine
It's more apathy than anything anymore
And less of where I'm standing
At your front door
Begging that you let me in

So go cry to your father in hopes that
I'll unwrite these songs about his daughter

I don't sleep anymore
Knowing you're not getting much
On the fourth floor of Townsend
On the fourth floor of Townsend

I don't sleep anymore
(Don't come home, don't come home)
Knowing you're not getting much
On the fourth floor of Townsend
(Don't come home, don't come home)
On the fourth floor of Townsend

(And you're a little too close to home)
I don't sleep anymore
(Don't come home, don't come home)
Knowing you're not getting much
(And you're a little too close to home)
On the fourth floor of Townsend
(Don't come home, don't come home)
On the fourth floor of Townsend