The tip of my tongue Is still bleeding from What I said wrong To you last night And the fire from my lungs Is still burning up your God-shaped heart You think it's gone Baby you can't be any more wrong And it's all coming back, It's all coming back to you Use your head little boy To do what you've been told Use your nose little boy To sniff out the white lines on the road I've got it on my own Seeping in my bones And now it's moving It's moving into everybody else's home You think it's gone Baby you can't be any more wrong And it's all coming back, it's all coming back to you Cause when I bleed it All my feeling's gone