Title Fight - Calloused

You're calloused (you're calloused, baby)
But you don't even know (but you don't even know)
I'm picking at my scabs (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
(Three-thousand miles from home)
Do you even really care? (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

Written by:
Edward Basil Russin, Shane Thomas Moran, James Edward Rhoden, Benjamin Gregory Russin

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