Calloused

You're calloused but you don't even know

I'm picking at my scabs

I'll let all the bruises show

I'll never forget what all these feelings meant

Flying home for a funeral was my last regret

I hear a telephone three thousand miles from home

Do you really care

Your heart is just a stone

I'll never forget what all these feelings meant

Flying home for a funeral was my last regret

I'll never forget what all these feelings meant

Flying home for a funeral was my last regret