Calloused

You’re calloused (you’re calloused with me)
But you don’t even know (But you don’t even know)
I’m picking at my scabs (at my scabs)
I’ll let all the bruises show

I’ll never forget
what all these feelings meant
Flying home for a funeral
Was my last regret

I hear a telephone 3000 miles from home (3000 miles from home)
Do you really care?
Your heart is just a stone

I’ll never forget
what all these feelings meant
Flying home for a funeral
Was my last regret