Middle Homes - The Armed

I’m not sure where I’ve landed, so far from home

Sandcastle limbs are broken, so far from home

I’m unrewound and rented, so far from home

There’s new knuckles on my hand

And no one home

Rake me in. Rinse me out

Sour sad

No one’s home

I’m not sure where I left it, so far from home

See past those lips and answers, so far from whole

Deep gasp for air I’m choking, so far from home

A list of dumb demands

There’s no one home

It’s a town of broken homes

It’s a time of broken hope

You left us in the dark

Breathe

Just a little file right to the bone

No one’s home

Breathe

Where’s that little fire?

Gone