Vacant Places

I lost my voice
When I cursed my shadow
Thinking it informs
Who I became

Or cast me in
It's unholy glow
Where I'm absorbed and riding
A train to different vacant places

God knows
I didn't hurt myself on purpose
I always sleep
With the sheets
With holes cut for my eyes

His old songs get in your head
When
You're excited
Who dialed you in

The worst of thoughts
Have fashioned
A flag to claim this land
In your head

I lost my way
But I'm not sure
When they kicked in my door
And let their Lord lead me astray

I tripped over cords
Strewn over your floor
When you were writing songs
In a voice that would never be yours

God knows
I didn't hurt myself on purpose
I always sleep
With the sheets
With holes cut for my eyes

His old songs get in your head
When
You're excited
Who dialed you in

The worst of thoughts
Have fashioned
A flag to claim this land
In your Head

God knows
I didn't hurt myself on purpose
I always sleep
With the sheets
With holes cut for my eyes

Written by J Preston Williamson



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Writer(s): J. Preston Williamson
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