Taught em to sing to keep em off the phone
Uselessly numb you sing that pop song

And the pain that you feel you know like old love letters
Dreaming of escape, things will get much better
Sometimes, the worst news takes years to come home

That won't last a season in this salted air
Sent you looking for somewhere to disappear.

Licking at sobriety like a war wound
Rearranging the furniture of memory
Looking for somewhere to disappear

You're my party of one in all forms of weather
Singing to yourself, you got get it together
And the pain that you feel you know like old love letters
Dreaming of escape, things will get much better
Sometimes, the worst news takes years to come home