Your skin feels more like home to me than mine
While I wait most of the night
cause I'm terrified
of this one red thread that you pulled from my head
Well you know I'm missin it
about as much as I miss you
and the light on the walls
and the way that you talk
and when I can feel your breath
upon my neck
Sticks and stones may build a home
but I'd rather be alone if i'm not with you
and sticks and stones may build a home
but i'd rather run for cover inside your bones
Well, you've been waiting far too long to have a place to call your own
or to say I'm yours
and this one red thread
that you pulled from my chest
well it may be the one to stitch me up again
Sticks and stones may build a home
but i'd rather be alone if i'm not with you
Sticks and stones may build a home
but i'd rather run for cover inside your bones
inside your bones
I'll find home
I'll find home
Your skin feels more like home to me than mine
While I lay most of the night
cause i'm terrified

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