Lyrics

Early Sunday Morning No one wants to be hurt Run your nails down my backbone In your clean white shirt You drag me through the fire While the coals are still warm It feels like love but I wish I never was born Give me those home truths On a straight and hundred proof A little bittersweet Cuts you where it's deep And that's what I need from you Show me what love does With a liquor salt To kill the buzz No one else can say At least you're feelin' change Hits me like a Greyhound bus Give me those home truths Home truths I've been saying too much And speaking too loud Rollin' with the bright lights and the late night crowd A bitter pill to swallow But it goes down fine You're coming out of your mouth Shoots a heart like mine Give me those home truths On a straight and hundred proof A little bittersweet Cuts you where it's deep And that's what I need from you Show me what love does With a liquor salt To kill the buzz No one else can say Leaves you feelin' change Hits me like a Greyhound bus Give me those home truths Home truths When the sun goes down and I start to get high With no one else around it's hard to do right Give me those home truths On a straight and hundred proof A little bittersweet Cuts you where it's deep And that's what I need from you Show me what love does With a liquor salt To kill the buzz No one else can say Leaves you feelin' change Hits me like a Greyhound bus Give me those home truths Home truths Home truths Home truths