It's just an empty shell, and I inhabit this
But this room held you too.
The sound reverberated off the hollow walls
and I did my best to bottle it up.
But now the jars are speaking,
their soundwave hearts are beating
They've been in there for way too long now
if only you would just give it a chance
into magic before you
It's true, this was mine to give to you
I still hear all of your favorite words,
playing like a track on repeat
Echoing off of the walls of your abandoned sanctuary
The words are just as empty as from where it came,
and no time to erase, no time to explain
can't take it back,
your sentences now concrete and published by my teeth.
Your ghost still haunts my sleep
from Gillsville EP
released October 10, 2015
Guitar outro written and performed by Forde Weaver
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