Jason Sinkhorn - Oh Who Is This?

It's a terrified mind It's making my body fly
Some grace on a fruitless vine Are the blues of my mind
A proper use of my time Saying, oh, who is this
In the mirror there, making fists Is There something I might have missed
Or was red on porcelain All their ever offering me
And when the world explodes We'll be on a little rock
In our house with all our earthly possessions With a week until we hit the sun
And that's how I spent my summer vacation And I'll be where we were when we met
Capo D' and crying on a third fret

Written by:
Jason Sinkhorn

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