Missionary Feelings-Hazlett

Come back home for the lightning chase I don’t know why I hate this place All these eyes staring back at you And I’m hoping they don’t change my room Talk a little too fast gonna bite my tongue Dusty lace living in my lungs A memory flood but it’s gone too soon Here’s to summer storms in the afternoon But I hope they don’t change my room Oh I hate to say I’m leaving Got tired missionary feelings Oh I know there’s other reasons So what’s the point of trusting You’re gonna leave me here with nothing Oh everybody wants something (Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh) Swell so loud I forgot your name Cut your hair but you look the same Pay somebody and they’ll pack your bags Full of memories you’d rather have But I hope you don’t mind the sand Oh I hate to say I’m leaving Got tired missionary feelings Oh I know there’s other reasons So what’s the point of trusting You’re gonna leave me here with nothing Oh everybody wants something (Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)