Tiptoeing through nutshells like we're in a field of land mines
Who knew it would be this hard?
Rummaging your departure over and over in my head
Trying to ignore it,
Letting the grief seep out slowly.
We didn't see each other every day; but twice a week
It became a ritual
To exchange sounds without thought
It -- you -- became a part of my weekly cycle
Ingrained into my habits like clockwork
Then suddenly --
it all breaks.
You put the brakes on this seasick vessel we've been hustling on for so long now
I still can't pinpoint why it's so rough on me.
I feel like I'm losing something very important in my life.
It's the end of a chapter I wasn't ready to close.
Will it ever be as good again?
I choke on nausea at the thought of us never sharing the same stage again;
The others, they can move on so easily, logically
Trying to keep the momentum going like able-minded captains
But I'm still hiding in the shadows, that addled lackey, not even a sailor.
The memories for me are yet too close to drain
Angry, not at you -- but at the uncertain territory that lies ahead for us
without you written in our future
I truly do hope you find joy again
Please fly, so that I might find comfort
Life is not so bad right now...but I still feel the dread...
the impending collapse that might befall us
now that you are gone.
Rummaging your departure over and over in my head
Trying to ignore it,
Letting the grief seep out slowly.
We didn't see each other every day; but twice a week
It became a ritual
To exchange sounds without thought
It -- you -- became a part of my weekly cycle
Ingrained into my habits like clockwork
Then suddenly --
it all breaks.
You put the brakes on this seasick vessel we've been hustling on for so long now
I still can't pinpoint why it's so rough on me.
I feel like I'm losing something very important in my life.
It's the end of a chapter I wasn't ready to close.
Will it ever be as good again?
I choke on nausea at the thought of us never sharing the same stage again;
The others, they can move on so easily, logically
Trying to keep the momentum going like able-minded captains
But I'm still hiding in the shadows, that addled lackey, not even a sailor.
The memories for me are yet too close to drain
Angry, not at you -- but at the uncertain territory that lies ahead for us
without you written in our future
I truly do hope you find joy again
Please fly, so that I might find comfort
Life is not so bad right now...but I still feel the dread...
the impending collapse that might befall us
now that you are gone.