Sam Lanin Follow

Tear apart all of my insides
When they rot from within
Mom, I don't think you'll be saved

They never had the time
They're gonna medicate your lives
You were always born a crime
We salute you in your grave

Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her arms

Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her arms

I have markers
I seven different shades, oh, shit
So what's your favorite color, punk?

So, you wanna hold my hand?
Could you sign this photograph
'Cause I'm your biggest fan
Would you leave me lying here?

We're not here to pay a compliment or sing about the government
Oxycodone genocide, adolescent suicide
I'll give you my sincerity, a fuck about a Kennedy
Here's what I've got to say

Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her arms

Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her arms

No way home, why, no way home, why
We've got to go, we've got to go, we've got to go
(No way home, why, no way home, why)
We've got to go, we've got to go, we've got to go

Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back in her arms

Can't find my way home
But it's through you and I know
What I'd do just to get back, well, in her arms

Can't find the way, can't find the way
I can't find the way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't find the way, I can't find the way
I can't find the way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on angel, don't you cry
Come on angel, don't you cry
Come on angel, don't you cry
Come on angel, don't you cry

Tear apart all of my insides
When they rot from within