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My Son, My Anchor 1 by james

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My Son, My Anchor 1

90'S Grunge

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Late night skate park concrete sings under our souls, Spray paint, bread, shoelaces knotted like a rose.
We fix a busted amp behind a neon dye, Tents on vacation fuzz in a home that keeps it alive.
Spit a cigarette, ash laugh, cut the hole in the dark, Vinyl hiss in the back of the VW, you bring a crooked spark.
I gut a code and you hum the line that steadies me, Static in the speakers, you lean and say, †We'll be free.†
I say I'm fine, I say I'm whole, words like duct tape over a hole, But there's a tremor, a tiny town of fear in you, You show up with grease on your knuckles near.
You keep me, you keep me, like a busted amp that still sings our name, You keep me, you keep me, like a vented drum that still beats through the pain.
I spit away and room that humming fluorescent gray, Your sneaker tapped the line of lamb, you kept the dark at bay.
I held a cold coffee finger shaking right before the shift, You dressed to dance in my ring with a slow stubborn riff.
Outside the rehearsal hall we shared one breath and a smoke, The landlord's nose slipped like a cheap paper joke,
You taped my posters back up when the wind tried to steal the pass, Grit under your nails you taught me how to hold fast.
I say I'm okay, I say I'll stand, you don't need words, just place my hand where the world eats cracks, Down the seams, your patch of jokes, cheap songs and reckless dreams.
You keep me, you keep me, like a busted amp that still sings our name, You keep me, you keep me, like a vented drum that still beats through the pain.
I don't sleep much, I fold myself small, Counting stains on ceilings, echoes in the hall,
There was a night I thought I'd lost the map, You lit a cigarette past it slow, said dad, don't snap.
I fumbled faith, like cheap tape, Hurt the edges of my pride, You sat and hung, the cord to the beer.
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