Laying here in our bed,
I've never felt more alone,
You once gave me comfort and love,
Now anger and scorn.
I long for songs I've never heard,
For places I've never known,
I long for people I've never met,
For events I'll never go.
I long for a 5 hour cut of "The Thin Red Line",
The red dust of a northwestern Australian road,
For a red streaked sunset at a burning man,
An applause from the crowd lauding my accomplishments.
Give me my peace,
That I had so few years ago,
Give me back my confidence,
Give me back my home.
I long for my place in the world,
I long for not feeling like the fool.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
Laying here in our bed,
I've never felt more alone,
You once gave me comfort and love,
Now anger and scorn.
I long for songs I've never heard,
For places I've never known,
I long for people I've never met,
For events I'll never go.
I long for a 5 hour cut of "The Thin Red Line",
The red dust of a northwestern Australian road,
For a red streaked sunset at a burning man,
An applause from the crowd lauding my accomplishments.
Give me my peace,
That I had so few years ago,
Give me back my confidence,
Give me back my home.
I long for my place in the world,
I long for not feeling like the fool.
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