Unwritable Girl - Gregory Alan Isakov

Wanna write one for you.

The unwritable girl

Who sleeps in my hand

In this interstate world

Who leaves me for dead

In my ghost town grey

And returns like color t.

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And I’ve tried to run

My little miles

Stumble over my sin

You’ll never find me out

Its been just one dream

We’re living in

But you’re still, and you’re bright and you’re quiet

In the heart of it