Suitcase from Silver Lining by Pullman Strike

The sun sets at dinner time the ghosts come out to play
You wrestle with the crippling thoughts of yesterday

What kind of a man do you make of this who do you think he'd be
To put you out with the butt of his heel and not even feel a thing

With your nails cracked and bloody you're reaching for the side
Of this tangled web of thoughts this war you call your mind

But you don't know you're a pawn
In this game of keeping you right where you think you belong

That was all a lie you believed
I don't ever want to see you leave
So take your time and come back on your own
I'll be right where I was

If my hair was gold and my eyes were a lighter shade of blue
I think I'd have a better chance of being known
I'd be a shoe-in for getting some love from you

Tonight I'm leaving and I don't know why
With a suitcase full of nothing, but hand-fulls of time
Well a many a man would search his soul out on this lonesome road
But tonight I'm driving for driving's sake with nowhere to go

That was all a lie you believed
I don't ever want to see you leave
So take your time and come back on your own
I'll be right where I was

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