Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Townsend, artist - Knuckle Puck. Album song Don't Come Home, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 05.11.2012
Record label: Knuckle Puck
Song language: English
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 |
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 |