The Antique Store

Smell of old leather and dark red wood
A dim lamp in the corner
Closes at seven we grabbed what we could
But I'd of stayed there forever

Oxidized metal and creaky old floors
A satin doll a broken organ
Wanted it to last but you wanted more
I still think I can fix it

Ghosts in the mirrors a personal hell
I think I'm the one who's haunted
Backpack that you found does it fit you well?
I think it does but I can't tell

Sitting in the corner now the lamps burnt out
Sky darkens with storm clouds
Clerk said I hope you both had a good time
That was then, and you were mine



Credits
Writer(s): Landon Herock
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