If these walls could talk
They'd speak of how tired
They are of my presence
And forget that I erected them
With hands now expired and
I guess I overstayed the welcome
I guess I am a stranger in my home
If these walls could talk
They'd look back on times
When I slaved over them
And swear I'm "not the same man"
Ever since the blisters wore off my hands
I guess I am a stray, not welcome
I guess I better find a new home
Well who needs friends
When you're too busy loathing?
And who needs love
When you're too damn controlling?
Your hand is raised, "I do."
Well the blind man's words
Fell on deaf ears
And only the mute man knows
Where I disappeared to
So if you'd like to find me
You'd better sit in that house
Lonesome, bitter and consumed
And hope those walls talk to you
credits
from Acoustic,
released September 24, 2014
Written and performed by Mackenzey Ayers
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