Sunrise is really going to be something
when we get around to it, you know I
miss a lot of things around this time of
year, reflection, family and friends with
one missing seat at my table won't you
come fill it sooner rather than later and
make it really something, this sunrise
once we get around to starting it up

i was a simple grain of sand
on a beach
but i did not get caught up in your sandal.

i was a shining star in the sky
but i did not fall
and you did not wish upon me.

i was two hands outstretched
but you did not run to me
and i did not hold you tight.

i was a crumpled newspaper
wrapped up in a homeless man
but you did not find warmth in me
and you did not give me your extra change.

i was half a bottle of bourbon
that you've been staring at for days
and now you drink me in,
and now i'm in your mouth.

i was a pair of transplanted eyeballs,
if only you could see the way i do.