Homage To An Old Friend
Your voice, it stayed the same
But you're singing different lines
You seem to have forgotten what you started all of this for
And you can take the words I sold you
(i sold them for a different point of view)
For I shall never view the world again through bloodshot sight
Welcome home the tragedy you are
This is a burning ship caught in the undertow of the stars
I've etched your name into the stains
I'll let you wash away
I'll let you wash away
Again
This time around we'll settle all bets
I've sat and weighed the tables we have destroyed
And now the morning cries for the death of the pale, moon-lit night
We were the bastard sons f fthe devil and his grace
(or lack thereof)
Your pen, it leaks my sins to this unnerving crowd
And now,
I'm sinking my teeth into the thought of you
Stay up late and forge my sins in your wounds
A shipwreck here is merely a close call
It was simply our downfall
I'll let you wash ashore
I'll let you wash ashore
Again
Copyright © Myke Jones | Year Posted 2008
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