Kasey Anderson - I was a photograph lyrics

Sky the color of a match been struck Sun just hangin' like the noose got stuck And you can try to stare it back down But you can't cover it up Red dirt rising 'til it fills your lungs Your hand's the bullet and your heart's the gun And you learned how to turn your back on almost anything But you never learned to run You've seen the ditches where the dead get left And the hungry cats in the hollow chests And you can pin your eyes shut, boy But you can't get no rest Hell, its just bones scattered in the dust And it don't mean nothing to the TV trucks 'Til it's real American boys Spittin' up real American blood In Charlie company, first thing you're taught Is you ain't worth half of what you thought And just like everything else I learned I couldn't shut it off So I felt like nothing when I got back home And my father saw me in my granddad's clothes And said, "you inherit my blood, boy But your sins are all your own" I don't sleep like I did before I just wake up trembling on the bedroom floor Always seven steps from the ghosts On the other side of that door Wondering, what did I do to earn another day 'Cause I don't confess, sure as hell don't pray I just defend, attack, withdraw And delay You know my face, I was a photograph On the front page, 'neath the headline war And I was numb back then, boy I ain't even numb no more ( For Lance Cpl. James Blake Miller )