Come Carry These Wounds/When We Were Damaged

When I look at your scared arms,
I remember calling them home
While remembering the tornados
I know we were damaged

I can’t control these contaminated wrists
When all I hold is a phone,
I glance back at our yesterdays
When we thought we had a future

When the final note strikes a chord,
I won’t be there playing around
When I promised your hands more
I failed to see your palms ideas

I would never ask you to try
When you get time,
I say you’ll start to see
When the sidewalk ends,

It always ends with me

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