You once said that home was wherever you make it
I found my home in the comfort of our secret language
And the way you knew when I needed to run
And the way I knew the meaning behind every syllable
In your music
I remembered your birthday
You forgot mine
But that's alright
Our relationship has been stretched hamstrings
Since you've been gone,
And these songs are the hollow boneyard
I fumble through
Melodies
Strings of smoke
Slipping through my hands
You're missing Christmas
I'm missing your life
Sometimes I wonder if you remember the brother stars
And the trees
And the whales we sang about in the kitchen
And the mulberry pen ink
Sometimes I wonder if you remember me
As the shore you greeted each morning
When you rolled in
If the whisper of these words
Ever carry through the wind
And reach you
Please take this and know
That the shore will still be there
When your wave washes in
I will still be here
Singing
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
You once said that home was wherever you make it
I found my home in the comfort of our secret language
And the way you knew when I needed to run
And the way I knew the meaning behind every syllable
In your music
I remembered your birthday
You forgot mine
But that's alright
Our relationship has been stretched hamstrings
Since you've been gone,
And these songs are the hollow boneyard
I fumble through
Melodies
Strings of smoke
Slipping through my hands
You're missing Christmas
I'm missing your life
Sometimes I wonder if you remember the brother stars
And the trees
And the whales we sang about in the kitchen
And the mulberry pen ink
Sometimes I wonder if you remember me
As the shore you greeted each morning
When you rolled in
If the whisper of these words
Ever carry through the wind
And reach you
Please take this and know
That the shore will still be there
When your wave washes in
I will still be here
Singing
It's been months since my best friend cut ties with everything in life.
She's okay, I know this. But I don't know if I am.
