From the recording For The Poor (Deluxe)
Devin Canfield - Acoustic Guitar & Vocals
Written, Performed, Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Devin Canfield
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Lyrics
Messages unheard
Bit through my skin with your words
On display like fire works trailing down from hell
I don't even know who you are
Trials held thin by a clause unexplained and unheard
You recognized the worst
Overlooked this chance I took
Your silent quarreled dirty looks
Kicked me over
You declare me dead
You watched me crawl into my head
Don’t you think that I’d want to lay in bed at night with my girl?
As she falls away into sleep I sit and rot on the curb
I house broken bones in these homes
Set me on fire as I crawl back to my head in a daze
You went and spit out my worth
Overlooked this chance I took
Your silent quarreled dirty looks
Kicked me over
You declared me dead
You watched me crawl into my head
Messages unheard
Bit through my skin by your words
On display like fire works trailing down from hell