Who will I be today? How will I feel? There's one thing I want, one feeling so real Yet I won't have it, I'll sit back and yearn That light I keep grabbing- I don't really deserve But I'll think of him- when I eat ice cream, stuck to the roof of my mouth like peanutbutter When I'm standing alone in the eyrie of crows, flashlight in hand without a lover I'll think of him- when I make a bold joke, no one else gets it but I know that he'd choke And that laugh- I could never forget My favorite performance prize that I'll ever get But I won't. No, not anymore Now my days are silent with with a little more chaos to my lore
Every morning I remind myself we don't work, Your memory spends all day convincing me otherwise