Late Night Jammin'
Late night jammin’
in a mobile home
to the loudest of metronomes
Blood stained shirt
grows a deeper hue
from this wound caused by you
But I can’t hear
a single thing
because my ears will always ring
Late night jammin’
in a mobile home
to the loudest of metronomes
Heart beats faster
toes go cold
this drum beat is getting old
These metal strings
singing from the heart
of a lovelorn soul, torn apart
Late night jammin’
in a mobile home
to the loudest of metronomes
Blood stained shirt
grows a deeper hue
from this wound caused by you
Heart beats faster
toes go cold
this drum beat is getting old
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Zee Captain
I like to write poetry and stories. Most of the poetry I post is songs that I've either finished writing or that I'm still working on. I'm kind of a beginner musician and when I get good enough, I'll add music to the lyrics and start performing them.
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