Missing Person from Imposing Grace by Imposing Grace

Down down down the burning hatch it goes.
Throw my coffin and my clothes.
Waste away the death that no one knows.
Never had a story.
"Where's that girl, the one we saw last week?
The one with the scarf and the spot on her cheek.
She was quiet but seemed kinda sweet.
Yea I think she liked me."

Never had a chance

Thought that call might've been from you.
Empty my pockets and take off my shoes.
Never thought I'd have too much to lose.
And I guess that's proven.
Where's the talk around this small town?
The gas station's closed and the grocer's burned down.
Don't think anyone's missing right now.
Guess I'll have to change that.

I've sunken pretty low.
Never had a chance.

• Experimental
• Folk
• Indie
• ambient
• new-age
• Hillsboro