I kissed my mother and said goodbye Must’ve been fifteen years or more Well I got me a job and I found a wife Down
Here I just found this Thought I had Lost it Turns out It was never mine To begin with Careful It’s been broken Many times
I had the pleasure of working on this piece with Tara over at Caribou Crossings. If you are not a follower of her work I
My hands scrape the cold ground Digging for the final exhale Which to shake the Earth Punish time Take this down Absolve us Of all
I would give everything to you if I thought it would make any difference. You can have it all, I’ve held on to it long
And sometimes we adopt these casualties as if they were our own, in the darkest of times, during the only thing we know as real.