We both left that place with no doubt
That I've gone and it's shown ya
It's all I go on about
Spiraled out, quaking in my shoes
Balanced on a knife edge
And you are calling soon
I said no way, ain't no way
Didn't ever do that, be really too good
Raising up to life
Or act like I don't care
If you bleed, it's my blood to kill this
There's a lot of burns, yeah
In your heart, not your head
Now I know sadness is selfish and all that
And I'm a son of the brother of heart, yeah
The brother of heart

But I needed some love from my old man
And he's a bloodhound
Now I know sadness is selfish and all that
And I'm a son of the brother of heart, yeah
But I needed a call from my old man
He don't think twice, no
Me and you, this ain't fair, you know
* the pain with a check
Having a joke, treat the wounds with some spirit
I'm hurting, I'm winning, and it hurts like hell, yeah
But I need something, a damn, he's something
A little more than just a look
And a pack of glasses on the bedside
The true writer died on a six-speed bike
And he rises, he rises
Now I know sadness is selfish and all that
And I'm a son of the brother of heart, yeah
But I needed some love from my old man
And he's a bloodhound
Now I know sadness is selfish and all that
And I'm a son of the brother of heart, yeah
But I needed a call from my old man
He don't think twice, no
I'm not sure to open the doorframe
And I only call out for the art game
But then somehow it still feels the same
And I know you're a sucker for all that
But the words get stuck in my throat and
I just hope you know how much I think of you
I just hope you know how much I think of you