when I die
I will find
a warmer light
in the hallway
You’ll carry me
I’ll fall asleep
Under the sheets
In my bedroom
the house I grew up in
dirty feet and bruised skin
god is everywhere
my walls are never bare
the window sill
my bed is still
i always will
know the best hiding spot
Christmas lights
and sleepless nights
where I would fight my mom
to sleep in her bed
the same bed
in the house I grew up in
dirty feet and bruised skin
god is everything
From the cups to the backyard graves
when I die
I will find
a warmer light
in the hallway
You’ll carry me
I’ll fall asleep
Under the sheets
In my bedroom
when I die
I will find
a warmer light
in the hallway
the house I grew up in
dirty feet and bruised skin
god is everywhere
my ghost sits on the stairs