Taught em to sing to keep em off the phone Uselessly numb you sing that pop song And the pain that you feel you know like old love letters Dreaming of escape, things will get much better Sometimes, the worst news takes years to come home That won't last a season in this salted air Sent you looking for somewhere to disappear. Licking at sobriety like a war wound Rearranging the furniture of memory Looking for somewhere to disappear You're my party of one in all forms of weather Singing to yourself, you got get it together And the pain that you feel you know like old love letters Dreaming of escape, things will get much better Sometimes, the worst news takes years to come home