Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sunnAnd the days blur into onenAnd the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never donennSheets are swaying from an old clotheslinenLike a row of captured ghosts over old dead grassnWas never much but we made the mostnWelcome homennShips are launching from my chestnSome have names but most do notnIf you find one, please let me know what piece I've lostnnPeel the scars from off my backnI don't need them anymorenYou can throw them out or keep them in your mason jarsnI've come homennAll my nightmares escaped my headnBar the door, please don't let them innYou were never supposed to leavenNow my head's splitting at the seamsnAnd I don't know if I cannnHere, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again