missing everything
you gotta be humble
for the things you can't do.
you're probably not good enough
probably not even good.
& some things are terrible
you'll be terrified.
& some things are better, some things are worse
held inside.
i drove by your old house today
& it looked fine.
it looked a lot better
back when you were inside
& some things are terrible
& you're terrified.
somethings are better, some things are worse
if you keep them inside--i can't keep them inside.
I miss everything so bad.
I miss everything, even things I never had.
I miss the nothing that I couldn't do.
I miss the way it was. I wish it were more
like you.
you know we're all like magnets
we stick then repel
& scatter like compass points
halfway to hell.
& some things are terrible
& we're terrified.
some things are better, but some things are worse
if you hold them inside
I miss everything so bad.
I miss everything, even things I never had.
Do you remember when nothing, was what I couldn't do?
I miss the way it was. I wish it were more
more like you.
I miss everything so bad.
I miss everything, even things I never had.
Do you remember when nothing, was what we couldn't do?
I miss the way it was. I wish it were more
I wish it were more
but you gotta be humble
for the things you can't do.
I miss the way it was. I wish it were more.
I miss the way it was
I miss you.
2 Comments:
I'd love to hear that one. It tugs at my pathetic, nostalgic, and melancholy state of heart and mind on gray, rainy days like this.
I'll get it recorded one of these days, and then happily share.
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