A broken screen door creaks my name
An invitation my ***** ears know
The voices behind it all the same
The flickering lamp strives to stay
In this dusty, sleepy home
A broken screen door creaks my name
A memory in each carefree stain
At the rotting table where I eat
The voices behind it all the same
In the dead grass I play my games
Dirt clings like birthmarks to my feet
A broken screen door creaks my name
At night, on my shared bed I lay
Staring at the chipping door
The voices behind it all the same
Bug infested and near the shore
I don't know how to wish for more
A broken screen door creaks my name
The voices behind it all the same
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
A broken screen door creaks my name
An invitation my ***** ears know
The voices behind it all the same
The flickering lamp strives to stay
In this dusty, sleepy home
A broken screen door creaks my name
A memory in each carefree stain
At the rotting table where I eat
The voices behind it all the same
In the dead grass I play my games
Dirt clings like birthmarks to my feet
A broken screen door creaks my name
At night, on my shared bed I lay
Staring at the chipping door
The voices behind it all the same
Bug infested and near the shore
I don't know how to wish for more
A broken screen door creaks my name
The voices behind it all the same
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