Threads

Ward Davis

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Another day the same old hell
And digging deeper down into a dried up well
And beat and worn and torn to shreds
And down to Threads

And make it seem like I don't care
But that's just the brand of armor I wear
Strands of pride hide my regret
I'm down to Threads

I hold myself together
Just to see how much I can take
But I'm weary and I'm weathered
And I know that I'm bound to break

I hold myself together
Just to see how much I can take
And I'm weary and I'm weathered
And I know that I'm gonna break

Another night I'll try to sleep
There ain't nothing left to hold but these old sheets
Because her side of our bed is down to Threads
And my poor heart in my chest is down to Threads