Oh, Siloam from Oh, Siloam by Matthew Killough

She was lightning in a bottle
She used to curl my toes
Three years gone her perfume
Still lingers on my clothes
And these cemetery blues
They only cut one way
Stuck here in the waking world
Waiting for the day that I don’t
Oh Siloam here I come

It’s minutes into hours
And hours into days
Bed down in a fever
And I get up in a haze
Living in a twilight
Nights are all the same
One too many times I woke up
Calling out her name all alone
Oh Siloam take me home

If you’re reading this I’m gone
No need to wail and cry
I had one foot out the door
Since the day she left my side
Just a memory and a stone
A blessing and a curse
Sometimes when you turn the page
You turn it for the worst right or wrong
Oh Siloam here I come

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