throwingstones Lyrics

Ripped up jeans

And jackets that don't fit

Damp socks from holes in my tennis shoes

A loving face

Or food on the table

I'll never understand why you had to choose

Why aren't I right in the head

Why aren't I right in the head

Why aren't I right in the head

When I'm silver spoon fed with a pillow and a bed?

Don't throw stones

In broken homes

Don't throw stones

In broken homes

Wouldn't teach me to swim

But you'd walk me to the deep end

What if I, what if I don't float?

What if I, what if I don't float?

Why aren't I right in the head?

Why aren't I right in the head?

Why aren't I right in the head

When I'm silver spoon fed with a pillow and a bed?

Don't throw stones

In broken homes

Don't throw stones

In broken homes

Growing up not sure to be grateful for the pillow under my head

Or be hateful for the monsters you let live under my bed

Because there were a lot of them and there still are

But maybe if you'd fought some of them off or taught me to drive my first car

I wouldn't have been sixteen and wondering who my family were

Because there weren't a lot of them and there still aren't

But maybe if you hadn't fought them all off and stopped yourself from lowering the bar

I wouldn't have to grow old and still wonder who my family are

Don't throw stones

In broken homes

Don't throw stones

In broken homes

Don't throw stones

In broken homes

Don't throw stones

In broken homes

Don't throw stones

In broken homes