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My Son, My Anchor 2 by james

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My Son, My Anchor 2

90'S Grunge

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Late-night skatepark concrete sings under our souls, Spray-paint-print shoelaces knotted like a rose.
We fix a busted amp behind a neon dive, Dance on the case and fuzz in a hum that keeps it alive. You spit a cigarette ash, laugh cuts a hole in the dark, Vinyl hiss in the back of the VW, you'll grin a crooked spark.
I got a chord in your hum, the line that steadies me, Static in the speakers you lead in, 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.
And 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 dented drum that still beats through the pain.
Hospital waiting room, that humming fluorescent grey, You sneaker tapped the linoleum, you kept the dark at bay.
A hell-cold coffee, fingers shaking right before the shift, You traced a dent in my ring with a slow, stubborn riff.
Outside the rehearsal hall, we shared one breath and a smoke.
Landlords know the slip, like a cheap paper joke, You taped my posters back up when the wind tried to steal the pad.
Red under your nails, you taught me how to hold fast, To say I'm okay, say I'll stand.
You don't need words, just place my hand, When my world leaves cracks down the seams, You pass with 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 dented drum that still beats through the pain.
Wipe the top with a screaming whisper, I don't sleep much, I fold myself small.
Counting stains on ceilings, echoes in the hall.
It was a night I thought I'd lost my mind.
You lit a cigarette, tossed it slow, said, Die, don't snap.
I fumbled faith like cheap tape, cursed the edges of my pride.
You sat and hung the cord, till the fear.
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