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Radical Face - Ghost
Welcome Home, Son
by xap
ah..
Sleep don't 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
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one
please let me know what piece I've lost
Peel the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can
Here, beneath my lungs
I feel your thumbs
press into my skin again
ah..