Footsteps on my soul
Rattlesnakes in my pocket
I am not that vain
When I see reflections
I see all those mistakes
She talks to angels
Even though she doesn’t have wings yet
Tiny slip of his hair
Tucked into that little silver locket
Hemorrhaging heart
More with every pump
Feeling the pain
Hidden behind that smile
I am not that vain
Like that song from so long ago
Remember from so long ago
Not yesterday old but years ago
Rattle snakes and vanity
Walking down empty hallways
Reflections in the shadows
Voices in the past
She talks to angels
Even the wings are years away
The locket empty
Laying in the shadows along the hallway
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