Not Listening - Aaron Sprinkle

There’s a mountain

In my head

I can’t get over

What I thought you said

It’s harder to walk by while you’re sleeping

With the sound of the floor below me creaking

If the circle bends and shame begins again

I’m not listening

If the voices call from places I have been

I’m not listening

If the hope is lost and hate begins to win

I’m not listening

If the voices call from places I have been

I’m not listening

There’s an ocean

In this room

And I’m the anchor

Tied to you

It’s harder to walk by while you’re sleeping

With the sound of the floor below me creaking

If the circle bends and shame begins again

I’m not listening

If the voices call from places I have been

I’m not listening

If the hope is lost and hate begins to win

I’m not listening

If the voices call from places I have been

I’m not listening

Who am I to blame

Who am I to blame

Who am I to say

Who am I to blame

If the circle bends and shame begins again

I’m not listening

If the voices call from places I have been

I’m not listening

If the hope is lost and hate begins to win

I’m not listening

If the voices call from places I have been

I’m not listening

If the circle bends and shame begins again

I’m not listening

If the voices call from places I have been

I’m not listening

If the hope is lost and hate begins to win

I’m not listening

If the voices call from places I have been

I’m not listening

I’m not listening

I’m not listening