Matt McClure - Old Brigham

Old Brigham brought you to your knees
To see you didn't have a story yet
You wait all day beside your misery
The fleas have always been our only pets
But if you blessed me before the hallway
Then I could make it through the door
For what I haven't brought you
I'm not allowed in there anymore
Your old beauty is finally making sense
It's stands for all we could have had but don't
Long trip for such a formal guest
Your dress makes you look invisible
But if you blessed me before the hallway
Then I could make it through the door
For what I haven't brought you
I'm not allowed in there anymore
It's a sin what I have taken
And with no intent to give back
The horror has been breaking through,
I'm slipping through the cracks

Written by:
Matt McClure

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