Home – 8 Graves

Got the feeling I’ve been bitten
By the frozen razor’s edge
And I swear to God I never felt so cold
And they say you’ll be forgiven
If you’re willing to forget
But I don’t believe a thing that I’ve been told

And I hate my brain
Cause it’s making every joy and pain
Feel much realer than the things I felt before
And I hate my heart
Cause it’s always getting torn apart
I’m preoccupied with ways to make it whole

So help me make it whole
Whoa, whoa
I gotta make it home
Whoa, whoa
Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

I’ve been living in the winter
And the seasons never change
Tryna find myself beneath the falling snow
I’ve been branded as a sinner
For behaving like a saint
And it hurts me more than you may ever know

And I hate my mind
Cause it’s always working overtime
Even though I try my best to take it slow
And I hate my heart
Cause it’s always getting torn apart
I’m preoccupied with ways to make it whole

So help me make it whole
Whoa, whoa
I gotta make it home
Whoa, whoa
Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

So help me make it whole
Make it whole
Make it whole
I gotta make it home
Make it home
Make it home

Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home