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Lyrics:
So hurt by hands
I used to hold
No one knows
Can’t go back home
Yeah my earliest memory
Something like 2 or 3
My mother had a knife
And tried to stab my dad in front of me
He’s running from her out the front door
Don’t abandon me
I sat there on the floor in the hall
The only time that they miss ya
Took a swing and couldn’t hit ya
Fist holes in my walls
Instead of family pictures
I went to sleep with no dinner
And every time I remember
Got my stomach fuckin’ hurtin’
Like I did a million sit ups
So hurt by hands
I used to hold
No one knows
Can’t go back home
Havin’ nightmares that you’re comin’
Woke up throwin’ punches at nothin’
Cause I felt somethin’ touch me
Scared of what I’m becoming
You were supposed to raise a son
You were raising hell
You ripped the phone cords out
The day I tried to call for help
Because of you
It hurts less to be punched
Than it does to be hugged
I think I’d rather be hit
Cause I don’t wanna be touched
Can’t trust anybody sayin’ that they love me
Every time I hear that shit I feel fucking disgusting
So hurt by hands
I used to hold
No one knows
Can’t go back home
Directed/Shot by: @deathscythemedia
Edited by: Alex Jerome @