Southeast

Woke up at 5 a.m. to the smell of something burning
Anything goes around here, so I'm quickly learning
Flame and ash rising, so close I could touch it
But the twisted, burned out micro bus now sits parked and rusted

I need a home away from all the din
I need a place where I can be shed
Shelter me from the broken and the panicked
Block out the pain, and then block out the static

Impossible to sleep, no I can't get my rest
Feeling like I'm being pushed to my final test
They hunt me for the sport, attack me with a cane
So I'm leaving here this morning on this 7 a.m. train

I need a home away from all the din
I need a place where I can be shed
Shelter me from the broken and the panicked
Block out the pain, and then block out the static

I need a home away from all the din
I need a place where I can fit in
Shelter me from the broken and the panicked
Block out the pain, and the ghost in the attic

And the ghost in the attic



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Writer(s): Alex Kisch
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