All my days are lightning
Still don't need a friend
I'm left to move
Picture spread still frightening
I burn those sticks alone
It's not my home
I feel her hand upon my leg
Am I still fore?
Am I true?
The words no longer feed my head
A cat would never
Mess my bed
Bold as thrills are sometimes
You can't bleed every day
I'm packed away
Cold as he will tell you
My sign is what I say
And I can't say
I feel her hand upon my leg
Am I still fore?
Am I true?
The words no longer feed my head
A cat would never
Mess my bed
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew where he came from
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew just what he'd done
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew where he came from
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew just what he'd done
I'm left undone
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All my days are lightning
Still don't need a friend
I'm left to move
Picture spread still frightening
I burn those sticks alone
It's not my home
I feel her hand upon my leg
Am I still fore?
Am I true?
The words no longer feed my head
A cat would never
Mess my bed
Bold as thrills are sometimes
You can't bleed every day
I'm packed away
Cold as he will tell you
My sign is what I say
And I can't say
I feel her hand upon my leg
Am I still fore?
Am I true?
The words no longer feed my head
A cat would never
Mess my bed
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew where he came from
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew just what he'd done
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew where he came from
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew just what he'd done
I'm left undone
Still don't need a friend
I'm left to move
Picture spread still frightening
I burn those sticks alone
It's not my home
I feel her hand upon my leg
Am I still fore?
Am I true?
The words no longer feed my head
A cat would never
Mess my bed
Bold as thrills are sometimes
You can't bleed every day
I'm packed away
Cold as he will tell you
My sign is what I say
And I can't say
I feel her hand upon my leg
Am I still fore?
Am I true?
The words no longer feed my head
A cat would never
Mess my bed
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew where he came from
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew just what he'd done
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew where he came from
The father came
Hit and run
We never knew just what he'd done
I'm left undone
Writer: JORDON ZADOROZNY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group