...and I miss home, and I miss the closets, the windows, the hallways
And when we are gone, who will keep up the garden?
Like a mother calling her boy, I am, I am so unsafe
But she can't do it alone
but there's nothing stronger than her prayers.
Nothing stronger than the smell of reds.
My fathers reds
Under bridges waiting to look forward, waiting for rushes ends
Living in the moment is the homeless mantra, they know the busiest streets
All we have, all we have, all we have is letting a sleeping dog lay
All we have, all we have, all we have is letting a sleeping dog lay
Your face lit up and for once, i enjoyed where i was
The truth is jade plants die, the truth is muscles atrophy
Softening your skin and hardening mine
"I don't know where to begin
I've thought about this day so much and thought of so many things I've wanted to say
but now, now I can only look at you like the pictures I spend hours staring at
I don't think I've ever smiled so wide as when you were holding me up
I was given a picture the other day of a past birthday
We were together on our back deck
I remember.
You were covered in powdered sugar from the donuts you were eating
I've always loved watching you smile
Yes I remember. I hope she appreciated all my hard work
I wish I had a different story to tell
I seem I have drifted fairly far away from what you taught me
You were always the (indecipherable)
I'll admit there hasn't been much to smile about since, since you left
I didn't leave, I fought for five years to stay at your side
What do you remember about that night?
I remember a family that loved their wife and mother very much.
How can you say that?
We were liars
We clung to those songs like we so desperately wanted to Cling to you.
Then I don't think you heard the same song I did
You had to know I was lying
You had to know how much I hated myself for smiling like a fool
For spending our last few minutes together deceiving you
Matthew, your smile in the face of your greatest fear was the greatest gift a mother has ever received from her child
I miss you
I know."
Everyone cares, every eye carelessly tiptoes around you, watching you,
They'll wear black ties, and as they applaud, I'll count claps
Like the old fig tree the master cursed
the arms that gave us life
take so much more.
