This Is Home Now
Matthew Canning
Never sinking
Acceptance unseating
The night kissed my wounds and called me son
It told me there were things to see before it comes
Words for the sake of words
Noise for the sake of noise
This wasteland shares nothing
Spares Nothing
There's Nothing
If there's one thing it's taught me:
There's order in sickness
And order is order; At least you have that
So if this letter fails to reach your hands
Forgive me
Forgive me
Forgive me
Never sinking
Acceptance unseating
Everything is weak
Everyone is weak
