Til It Clicks by Planes Mistaken For Stars Lyrics

Pain waltzed in like a punch line and all chimed in as to remind me just how long I'd been taking hits to...taking kicks to my weak Irish chin. You need not remind me, you need not defend...you need not remind me, you need not contend, with my weak Irish chin. My dove, I promise you I’ve loved the best a busted heart can. Oh momma, I swear to you I tried my best to take it like a man. My friends, I give to you vouchers stuffed firmly in your hands. My love, I'll be back as soon as I can to stitch and mend my weak Irish chin