It's not that I'm afraid
Or ashamed
But the thought of falling
Short again
Scares me so my stomach aches for weeks
To think of myself in history
When my name is but a stain on the page
That'll never wash clean
And stuck inside this room
In the gloom
Of a sickness that
Refuses to move
I find my ego on the floor
Buried beneath this love I can't ignore
And the pain of being chained to myself
Causes me to smother her
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More raw and compelling than his next album, Dark Was The Yearling. Gothic Americana with a touch of gospel. Fans of Sixteen Horsepower will enjoy this. Lute FP