Lyrics: Taryn Blake Miller
Music: Taryn Blake Miller
Who's to say you walked your son to the warfront without a coat
I wasn't watching while you were washing up on my back
On my back in the kitchen floor
I was upstairs then, I promise
With your hand on my forehead
Peeping in a sick bed stop counting
Peach in my hand as it softens
Paint your walls paint your face like you want
I thought you weren't afraid of my conscious
With your neck on a floor bed
Strangers persistent stop calling
I was upstairs then, I promise
With your hand on my forehead
Peeping in a sick bed stop counting
Cruel smile while I'm standing
Won't you leave like you mean it
Don't you leave like you mean it
Won't you leave like you mean it