lost sunday
i travelled light on cemetery rd.
flinching at every sound
of the whistling oaks
coming after me
i was sick but i didn't know
hushed by the fire
on the horizon
and the footsteps at my back
through crystal snow
believe me, i was sick
i was a drunken punk
in the soy fields
sleeping giant
in a ring of salt
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
lost sunday
i travelled light on cemetery rd.
flinching at every sound
of the whistling oaks
coming after me
i was sick but i didn't know
hushed by the fire
on the horizon
and the footsteps at my back
through crystal snow
believe me, i was sick
i was a drunken punk
in the soy fields
sleeping giant
in a ring of salt
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