Sleep dont visit
So I choke on sun
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I’ve never done

Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much but we made the most
Welcome home

Heal the scars from off my back
I dont need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I’ve come home

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