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the air is so much thicker here
the sky is so much grayer here
this life has too much change, i fear i'm lost.
this place i have grown up with
but i'm trying to come up with
different ways that i can sway
into a coma of a sort
and gently dream the year away
inside my clear and blissful day...
but then it quickly slips away
into what seems like it is daylight
but it turns into a gray night...
"i'm glad that you are home," you say.
"it's great to have you home," you say.
what is it i call home these days?
a place where i can sit and say
there's music in the air and know it's true...
therefore my home is not with you.
the air is so much clearer there
the sky is so much bigger there
our life will soon be better, swear to me.
i think of him, i think of bliss
i think of times that we could kiss
and i remember what it's like to be at home.
and for his sake, i stay awake
until whenever dawn may break
and i think that i can take the day once more.
♥