Homies Where The Heart Is
It gets so cold inside this building
Arcade games make my head hurt
Carvers on my mind as another kid pulls on my shirt
You took a needle for me and I watched your skin bleed
As the ink became part of who you are
Without you, wed lose our hearts
Without you
You replace the cold that this building holds
You make contentment stay
Without you, wed lose our hearts
Without you
