Stolen

theleathermen

Stolen

Looking down a hole, the rains filled up where the light used to go
Wear my past like a ball and chain I throw it down to keep from going insane

Coming up around my head again
Breathing numbers down my neck
You’re too old to remember
Too young to forget

There’s a face in a photograph smiling back it doesn’t feel like me
Can’t remember the places faces and scenes, but if you’re telling me, that’s truly me, what can I do but agree
I remember this blurry thing, like a dream been washed of all its sleep

Coming up around my head again
Breathing numbers down my neck
You’re too old to remember
Too young to forget

I would say my place look great, though it seems it’s old and worn
A somber picture of an older dog, it’s all bent and nearly torn

I be singing songs about coming closer to another side
Of who knows what but all knows it’s there
In the back of our minds, it softly hides

Looking down a hole, the waters covered places for all the light to go