Kasey Anderson
I Was a Photograph
Sky the color of a match been struckSun just hangin' like the noose got stuckAnd you can try to stare it back downBut you can't cover it upRed dirt rising 'til it fills your lungsYour hand's the bullet and your heart's the gunAnd you learned how to turn your back on almost anythingBut you never learned to runYou've seen the ditches where the dead get leftAnd the hungry cats in the hollow chestsAnd you can pin your eyes shut, boyBut you can't get no restHell, its just bones scattered in the dustAnd it don't mean nothing to the TV trucks'Til it's real American boysSpittin' up real American bloodIn Charlie company, first thing you're taughtIs you ain't worth half of what you thoughtAnd just like everything else I learnedI couldn't shut it offSo I felt like nothing when I got back homeAnd my father saw me in my granddad's clothesAnd said, "you inherit my blood, boyBut your sins are all your own"Letras de cancionesI don't sleep like I did beforeI just wake up trembling on the bedroom floorAlways seven steps from the ghostsOn the other side of that doorWondering, what did I do to earn another day'Cause I don't confess, sure as hell don't prayI just defend, attack, withdrawAnd delayYou know my face, I was a photographOn the front page, 'neath the headline warAnd I was numb back then, boyI ain't even numb no more( For Lance Cpl. James Blake Miller )
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