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I've forgotten what it's like
To hold my own,
And I've forgotten what it's like
To hear your voice on the phone.
What it's like
To mend my own soul,
Looping the stitches through
One-by-one.

Illuminated windowsills
Spell out my dreams.
The latch is jammed and the glass is thick,
So I let out a silent scream.
And I wait until the fall of night
Like a criminal in chains,
So I can stare out all the windowsills
And see my shrouded pain.

We carry ourselves oh-so-well,
But everyone has stories. Hell,
Some may be just lies!
And I want so badly to break the glass,
But another story blocks my past.
I'm afraid of what might be outside.

credits

from Short Stories Vol. II, released December 10, 2017
Nick Davenport - Guitar, Vocals, Piano
Geoff Webb - Bass
Luke Condrich - Drums
Eric Hirzel - Piano
Brandon Riley - Trumpet

Produced, mixed, and mastered by Nick Davenport.

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Suitcase Runaway Cleveland, Ohio

Four-piece "sunshine-infused" folk-rock band hailing from Cleveland, Ohio.

Short stories told in song, reflecting on friends, family, love, and individuality.

New single and music video "Strike A Nerve" out now!
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