Somebody that’s just here. Unsure of what that represents, but, at least I’m here. Catch me with a word, it’s all I got.
Bad day in my mind has me back to the drawing board
I write in pictures so I can paint it for you
I see blessings when I tilt to the sky because I know these days don’t come often
I miss her like she not mine even though she is
I’ve looked into her eyes and seen the eyes of my kids
I love her when she’s far away and even when she’s here
She knows I love here crazy she gets reminded in her tears
This is a weird day. A lot of weird days come by, these days. Come by. These days. Bright days with dark shadows. Light days bring the pain a ways. Deep down the echoes dance. Deep down the walk of life strains. Each step, a new way. All days. All ways.
I’ve seen a couple photos on the dash of the daily driver
I’ve seen every post of you right beside her
I’ve seen her go on-and-on about all that she sees in you
How you have no fears but you tell me bout ya night terrors?
How you say you love me but you’ll leave me when your sight clearer?
How you say you sorry when you wasted all this time with me?