Samantha Crain
Traipsing Through the Aisles
even shot of sleep tonight (?)but a bit of orphan light willmake it's home on beds of nails and nightmareswhen dust clouds or the sun a web of confusion spun by spiders crawling faster towards redemptionsee them crawl, see them crawlsee them crawlso we're walking around our houses with our eyes shut tight and flying a kite in the yardstill unfamilir with where we arei'm a spinning windmill, turning keys in locks tonight,but safe inside your arms, i've seen the trees outside a window i'm lost, i'm losti'm lostand i'm lost insidemy home, in my clothesin the roadsin my own mindand i knowit's not a signi just might stop this timethis time, this time, this timei did something wrong, i did something wrong, i did something wrongla la la, la la la la
From Letras Mania