Heatstroke - Aaron Sprinkle

All my hope lies here

Six feet down with fear

I can’t dig it up from underneath

(Everyone gets somethin sometimes)

Flat feet and heatstroke

Hold me when I get home

I’m comin home

It’s been years

Just wondering

What I can leave and what I have to bring

Cause I’ll hang my hat right now

And I’ll proudly hold my head down

I’m comin home

Would I become transparent if you held me up to the sun?

Could you watch me fill my lungs?

If you look a little closer, see the blood run through my veins

Like a map it shows the way

I’m comin home