White wives

Spinning wheels

White wives
My ideas like spinning wheels I don't know where they end
Spent most of my life moving and trading all my friends
And I lost myself to somewhere but I don't remember when
In the "new morning" light we found an old way to live
Ghost town kid the home I built, I was destined to destroy
All the girls faces that line my bed are thoughts from foreign shores
And a brother that I have, he said he'd always keep me close
Call on him from time to time when I am scared and all alone
I cover my eyes to the living we're fed
Found alternative sides to the things that were said
Every mile-marker past running from the soulless
Every story that we shared, where we build our solace
And pomp and circumstance will never end this
In the "new morning" light we found an old way to live
I cover my eyes to the living we're fed
Found alternative sides to the things that were said
These reflections of mine on splined canvases
In the cover of night we found our own way to live
The war that they crave is about to exist
Where compassion retreats and the death toll persists
So I'll call you tonight just to be comforted
If it's false its what I want, I just want this to end.
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