Two hands built a room,
your name mispelt on every stone.
Dead son built a room,
your name mispelt on every stone.
I beat my head on every wall
until I learned to steal back caution.
Caution stolen from the wind and
buried in my backyard,
wrapped around a heart, tied with string
and buried in my backyard.
I hoped a tree would grow there.
Boarded windows stole the view of
every tree that touched the sky.
I stayed indoors
and tried to wash the carpets clean.
I couldn't get the blood out.
And he said,
"Wear my distance like a new skin.
Show me palms that only push away."
1 | Ghost |
2 | Be My Valentine |
3 | Nashville |
4 | She Sings But Once |
5 | Tonight We Will Follow Him Down |
6 | September |
7 | A Song About Killing |