Matt McClure - Like Knives in the Sink

We worried then that you wouldn't find you
So we spawned in another few clues
There's one just up ahead
Another crawls into bed
Honestly, they're anywhere you'd ever want to be
You can't recognize faces
So all that familiar comfort is replaced with
A toothache in the park,
And horror after dark
As you lose you every 20 feet or so
There are catacombs this walking has sleep
Has opened inside you
Now it follows as a roaming creep
Not far behind you
And with the same crow you once found in your home
OK, we had to modify your story
Moves things around to largely ignore the
Year you disappeared, or the beer you'd come to fear
Otherwise we didn't have to touch a thing
It was always going to end above some water
When you somehow remembered your daughter
And so the story changed, they readded all your pain
And of course, with a whole lot of blood
There are catacombs this walking has sleep
Has opened inside you
Now it follows as a roaming creep
Not far behind you
And no, you don't know what you know, not anymore
You can assume here that the doors work like before
It's not the same world you couldn't find in your home

Written by:
Matt McClure

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