Thorns & Script Songtext

Stings worse than a chest piece, could last half as long change these
'hello, my name is' signs, the weather of my day boast
a function for which you hold the remote
and, though it's short, today has to end

i'm almost, i miss it, was hers, was skipper
a rebel to some by best foot wisping the bare minimum

stings worse than the truth on my back, which will burn for a while
but i boast to try late one day to make you smile