stitches

David Cook

This countdown to the day of departure is slow even eating away
This meltdown, it's a personal torture I never saw coming my way
I try to breathe deep
I try to find sleep
I try holding on to the same old song just because of a brand new verse

And I found what I always wanted
But she walked away
And I ran aground with this wound I'm treating
Let it wash away

So keep slipping back into me to try in vain just to pinpoint an answer
I keep tripping on the same damn wire and no one came tumbling after
Call back a reverse
With just this new verse
And I keep holding on to the same tired song 'cause from here it will only get worse

And I found what I always wanted
But she walked away
And I ran aground with this wound I'm treating
Let it wash away

Stitch me up
And bleed me out