Adam Jackson Songtext
von Dear AJ

Told me your parents got divorced outside a church on Marguerite
Sat in a shopping cart skin was the color of your teeth
Isaiah crashed his car and heard your voice in North Carolina
It′s six months later and we can't find you


In the middle of the night I cut your hair with a butcher knife
And danced inside your room
Your skin felt like wet sand
I kind of wish I held your hand
I think I loved you

So if you want to come home
You can always stay with me