Drag Me

from S​/​T by Our Mothers Suns

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Your eyes aren’t even glistening,
My moyth is dry,
Words drop and never land,
They’re hung up from the roof of your mouth

You drift, you fall,
you hang, drag all
Your life’s not punishlment, it’s just the way of things

I miss my winter, it’s cold embrace,
the haze hides, the worst of everything

I am King of dreams, lock away all my troubles in me.
Lose my words, as they choke on the page In front of me.

I miss my winter, it’s cold embrace,
You drift, you fall, you hang, drag all.

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from S​/​T, released October 10, 2013

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