You’re calloused (you’re calloused with me) But you don’t even know (But you don’t even know) I’m picking at my scabs (at my scabs) I’ll let all the bruises show
I’ll never forget what all these feelings meant Flying home for a funeral Was my last regret
I hear a telephone 3000 miles from home (3000 miles from home) Do you really care? Your heart is just a stone
I’ll never forget what all these feelings meant Flying home for a funeral Was my last regret
