It's at the point where I've said too much

I'll write her again hoping for love

You’re bad news and tattoos, weigh on my heart but it beats on to come loose

I can't talk about it, the feeling persists, ghosts of your hands touching on my wrist

I'm a fool to love you, torn into two, gotta do what I got to

It's a bass highway, treble top singing it loud, he's not over you, the radio can't tune

It’s never gonna fix what makes you sick, pressing on repeat, just let go of it

Am I too old for punk rock sing alongs? you're head strong, it makes me nervous

You played "convinced I'm wrong" I hoped to fix us for so long, it makes me nervous

I'm in trouble. I swore I'd never choose another lover unless I have to...Lord knows I have to

Everything you say goes without saying and I'm praying to push it all away

I know the feeling well it's like a kick drum, enough to keep you still wondering what you've become

I've always been a sucker for the pretty things, believed in beautiful and then the Lord sang "pack your bags, kid. Because it’s gonna get harder so don't forget. I made you city tough, with a big heart, strong bones to carry you when your body scars. Light a cigarette, drag like your last one. Ink a few more tattoos, show them where you're from."

Yea, I'm city tough with a big heart.