02:59
I can only walk, down the dirt road
that you laid out for me
I can only get lost, in the trees
that my mother made for free
the path turns a corner
of something I don’t want to see
count the craters on my back
they’ll tell you a campfire story
like
“once, there was a girl who thought the world was in her head
she’d wake up from a night of sleep, thinking she was dead
but the world that she called her own, she could only dream
she asked to be the princess, but she was meant to be king
CHORUS
I don’t want to scare you anymore
I know that I sound funny
my hands are tough, they protect me
I just want to drink your honey
parking lots and bare bone bridges
that we’d drive your car out on
as the ground would shake, so violently
as we would yell our song
oh I don’t want to think that
this night could turn into a memory
count the craters on my back
they’ll tell you a campfire story
like
“once, there was a boy who thought the world was way out west
and he felt the burden of his life banging on his chest
and no matter what the townsfolk said, he had this dream
well, that he’d be so far from home that no one could hear him scream
CHORUS
I don’t want to scare you anymore
I know that I sound funny
my hands are tough and they protect me
and I just want to drink your honey
