I'm a transistor AM radio Full of static and picking up antique signals Of a white german shepherd in a dirt yard Swing set and a trailer house full of broken hearts Dirt bike kings and criminal queens on Venetta Street Kite string tangling up in my limbs and with the leaves Of an old mesquite tree I tried to climb Broken branches and sleeping in a bed of barbwire Oh, 23 Stitches, but this is still falling apart and You picked me up and carried me home when I needed you the most We can learn how to carry each other now ♪ I'm a transistor AM radio Riding in the backseat of a gold Lincoln Continental And because we grew up side by side Our roots stay tangled up no matter how far we drive Oh, 23 Stitches, but this is still falling apart and You picked me up and carried me home when I needed you the most We can learn how to carry each other now Oh, 23 Stitches, oh Oh, 23 Stitches, I'm still falling