Bronze Radio Return Sticks And Stones
Oh, just leave it all We found the pipe here that leaks between the walls And like you it begins to all wash away from within No more time on your side, nothing to tie you here
It's like sticks and stones and rubber and glue Letters strung together that get stuck on you Don’t stick around here to feed the mouth that bites you I can see it in your eyes and your black and blues Familiar is the spice and it salts your wounds Don’t stick around here to feed the mouth that bites you
Oh, it’d be your shame If you became another hanger in the closet where you hung yourself to blame With the letters of your name, feel lost and rearranged To the corner, to the man, a man, a man
Every day you wash your body down Can’t scrub away the scars beneath your skin
It's like sticks and stones and rubber and glue Letters strung together that get stuck on you Don’t stick around here to feed the mouth that bites you I can see it in your eyes and your black and blues Familiar is the spice and it salts your wounds Don’t stick around here to feed the mouth that bites you
