Confessional for the night
I wonder if momma knows her way around this heart anymore
I know she knows when this heart be turning heavy and this calm is lost somewhere vast and wide
I cling to every cigarette like itâs my last wish
My fatherâs shadow often has a voice
My first breath at daybreak still spells out her name in brushstrokes
Iâve made a castle of wine bottles and spilled ink trying to get these words to come out right
Like this smoke just ainât doing it anymore
I send prayers of you off to the wind have you found them?
Iâve slept only on the nights I dreamt your voice
They say that you dream of those who have you captured in their thoughts