Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest?
A place to rest his head in a song you’ll regret
Lord knows I don’t want to compete
But I still sleep in the very sheets he’s been in
Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul
You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
Send him back
I won’t share the trap you have me in
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beacon hill DAMIEN JURADO from Saint Bartlett
This song was given to me by thesemightysecrets as part of a thoughtful, unexpected mix. They were all felt but this one is with me still.
It has been a really long time since I’ve done a cover. I’ve just recorded this song as a one-take and tornado sirens started crying in the distance.
It was the strangest thing.