The girls are running round and turning heads
Of the boys upon the back streets
Broken glass, graffiti on the wall
A dream left on the concrete
Now all the thoughts that I have tried to hide
Come knocking on the door with no invite
Come down slow
I miss the feeling of a broken home
And everyone here has a place to go
Everybody but
Morning calls again, there’s no reply
When I’m back in the back seat
Bruises, scraping knees and starting fights
Then run away for the night
And all the thoughts that I have tried to hide
Come knocking on the door with no invite
Come down slow
I miss the feeling of a broken home
And everyone here has a place to go
Everybody but me
Everybody but me
And everyone here has a place to go
Everybody but me
Everybody but me
Everybody but me
Everybody but me