Left with images of you, pouring from my eyes
You young, you here, day dawning, eyes wide.
Just images, images, all that's left
all that I can find.
Like water, from a cactus, in the desert of my mind.
Little to big o' brother,
you leave me
you leave me like blood from my veins.
Big to little o' brother,
you leave me
you leave me like blood from my veins.
In a room that holds you
like a guiltridden paralyzing cell
no calls, no mail, no visitors for when you're in hell.
forced hello's, rushed goodbyes
and best wishes for you in the meantime
My face seen as often as God's
can let guilt have its way of owning you, like a dog.
May to March
March to May
The days fall with the promises I make.
Like water, from a faucet, into the sink of your faith.
Little to big o' brother,
you leave me
you leave me like blood from my veins.
Big to little o' brother,
you leave me
you leave me like blood from my veins.
We always seem to fall with only words to hold
we always seem to fall with only photos to hold
we always seem to fall with only memories to hold
we always seem to fall without family to hold.
this song for all friends iloveuallsofuckingmuch
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