Sitting on the front porch, drinking my coffee and playing my guitar
Everything feels forced, so, I take a little walk but I don't go very far
Down to the wood line, where I could be alone with my thoughts for a while
Gotta take a little time, so I can hone in on what makes smile
What does it for me now, what brings you home again
I deserved everything I got from you, for that kind of sin
Sitting at this bar, drinking my whiskey but I still feel so cold
Showing off a new scar, to anyone who'll listen but I know it's getting old
I don't know this, but you've been here ever since I walked in
Asking if you possess, the strength to let me be forgiven
What does it for me now, what brings you home again
I deserved everything I got from you, for that kind of sin
You stroll over, head held high with the confidence I see
But as I look closer, I can see the tears and I know it's cause of me
Sit that glass down, as I prepare to drop down on my knees
But you take my hand, wash it all away and finally set me free
What does it for me now, what brings you home again
I deserved everything I got from you, for that kind of sin
What does it for you now, what brings you home again
You don't deserve everything you got from me, for that kind of sin