Wild Child (Folk Band) - Stitches

I don't feel well
I don't feel right
I doubt I make it through the night
And she swore the stitches wouldn't stay
And goodnight from far away

She said I spoke with a tongue of spears last night
My words so unclear
And she said she hates when I get that way
But it's how I stay safe

And I want to come home
Cuz' I miss your bones
And I'm sick and tired
Of always sleeping alone
And I need to come back
Cuz' the road's to hard
To many sinners
And to many bars

I hope these wall are paper thin
My untied tie
My mouth full of gin
N' I hope that this mirror is a lie
Cuz' I don't recognize that guy
Well I flew the coop
Well I missed the mark
What's important now
Is that I have lost
And while I whittle days away
All I can say
Is I want you here
Now let's share a smoke
Why aren't you here
N' I miss your folks
I swear I can't wait around no more
And this town is such a bore

And I want to come home
Cuz' I miss your bones
And I'm sick and tired
Of always sleeping alone
And I need to come back
Cuz' the road's to hard (hard)
To many sinners
And to many bars

(Alright let's go)

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, da, ba, ba, ba, ba
Da, ba, da, ba, ba, da, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, da, ba, da, da, ba, da,da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Shoo-sha-shoo-sha-we
Shoo-sha-shoo-sha-wa
Shoo-sha-shoo-sha-we
La-ta-da-ta-da
La-ta-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da

And you said dear your stitches will stay
As long as your away
So come back home
Really soon