Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

The Girls You Sang to Sleep

I said I’m sorry that your mother died, but I never asked how on the steps that night
But I swore you said “thanks” underneath your breath because telling stories all the time
doesn’t bring what’s dead back to life

You said you’d seen this before, had run all the simulations and bolted the door
All the rain couldn’t wash it away and every voice that thinks it’s wise
Is fighting the flood with a hole in the side

So go ahead and close your eyes
This world’s better anyway on the other side
And if this mockingbird don’t sing it right
Just move along to the next in line

You said “write me a song for the road, I’ve heard you’re pretty good, or so I’ve been told”
But when you’re sitting down to write you gotta take what you can to get the lines
So beat me down or help me rise
And all the girls you sang to sleep with your lullabies
Just put ‘em in the tracklist and don’t wake ‘em on the way by