Townsend

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
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 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
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 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
 Knowing you're not getting much
 On the fourth floor of Townsend
 On the fourth floor of Townsend
 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
 Knowing you're not getting much
 On the fourth floor of Townsend
 On the fourth floor of Townsend
 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