WSP#168 - Third Floor, One Bedroom

Weekly Song Post mailing list: http://eepurl.com/bcruFT Website: http://www.jonburks.com/ Contact: [email protected] lyrics: there's circles on the floorboards where I wound my nights into the cupboards of my neighbor's lives running down this small room my secrets storm the halls the best and the worst of me dripping from these walls I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back the past holds dear what don't fit on a future track imprints from my forehead blood from my tongue air still displaced from my lowest rung hole in the drywall fist shaped in size salt in the carpet shook from my eyes I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back it's getting clear this is not my fade to black handled my possessions piece by piece till they granted their blessings and set me free now I'm nothing but a body a man shaped leaf guided by the fall pinched from the tree I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back the heart of fear fills up what you think you lack words and music by Jonathan E Burks