Sadness Comes Home - Converge

There’s no such thing as good enough

For arctic eyes and hard earned rust

I’ve grown tired of counting odds

To somehow make things even

When sadness always comes home

Sadness comes home

Sadness comes home

Cursed to be your second best

This amber soul will find no rest

I’ve grown tired of standing up

When every one just gives in

When sadness always comes home

Sadness comes home

Sadness comes home

I take so little and I bleed so much

My hand me down heart is out of luck

I take so little and I bleed so much

My hand me down heart is out of luck

No such thing as good enough

For arctic eyes and hard earned rust

I’ve grown tired of counting odds

To somehow make things even

When sadness always comes home