You said you used to love writing when we were young
but now you sit here in your sadness
putting God under your tongue—
rubbing those prayers into your gums
I couldn't uphold a job and I couldn't afford gold so
I sold my soul to buy you a chalkboard
and with one hand under tongue
in the same writing from when we were young
chalk on your thumb, you wrote—
Salvation never comes
Salvation never comes
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
You said you used to love writing when we were young
but now you sit here in your sadness
putting God under your tongue—
rubbing those prayers into your gums
I couldn't uphold a job and I couldn't afford gold so
I sold my soul to buy you a chalkboard
and with one hand under tongue
in the same writing from when we were young
chalk on your thumb, you wrote—
Salvation never comes
Salvation never comes
