Welcome Home, Son(Remaster)
Sleep don't visit so I choke on sun
- Sleep don't visit so I choke on sun
- And the days blur into one
- And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
- Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
- Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
- Was never much but we made the most
- Welcome home
- Ships are launching from my chest
- Some have names but most do not
- If you find one please let me know what piece I've lost
- Peel the scars from off my back
- I don't need them anymore
- You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
- I've come home
- All my nightmares escaped my head
- Bar the door please don't let them in
- You were never supposed to leave
- Now my head's splitting at the seams
- And I don't know if I can
- Here beneath my lungs
- I feel your thumbs press into my skin again
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