Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Bluestein
Songwriter
Lyrics
I soak my spine in the dirt
But every time it feels like holes inside my shirt
I'm hanging on by a thread
You cut me up but you forgot to cut my head
Playing poker with myself again
I still can't read the face I see in my reflections
Oh I know that tone
Who's that calling me to come home
You can't lie
I will find out some way that the voices are just my own
Wake me up before the sun goes down
With my feet in the air
How can I wear the crown
Where've you been and I've been waiting for you
You just slipped into my mind before I had
The chance to ignore you
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
Pinch my nerves for fun
To heal you
To kill you
The real you is starting to come undone
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
Pinch my nerves for fun
To heal you
To kill you
The real you is coming back undone
Oh I know that tone
Who's that calling me to come home
You can't lie
I will find out some way that the voices are just my own
Oh I know that tone
Who's that calling me to come home
Oh I told you before that the silence is louder when you're alone
Written by: Jake Bluestein