When going through hell,
We'd always look forward.
God do I look forward to our cabin.
That one place where we pretend
Everything will get better.
You haven't mentioned it in a while,
But it feels like I visit it every day.
A warm fire to dry the tears.
Trees to listen to the broken singing.
Even though it isn't real,
This is my home base.
Our cabin.
I sit on our couch and breathe
With my face in my hands
I swear I can feel you
Rubbing my back.
I always pretend you're here.
It's the only place I can find you anymore.
But at least in this imaginary place
There is an imaginary chance
That things might still turn out okay.