I wish you'd walk in again
Imagine if ya just did
I'd fill ya in on the things ya missed
Oh sleepless nights, a grown up man dressed in white
Who I thought might just save yo life
But he couldn't, so ya died
I don't like it, now you're dead
It's not the same when I scratch my own head
I haven't got the nails for it
And I know that God doesn't exist
And all of the palaver surroundin' it
But I like to think ya hear me sometimes
So I reached for a borrowed fleece
From my dad ______(?)
Always tryna keep warm, when you're the sun
I sat with ya beside yo bed and cried
For things that I wish I'd said
Ya still had yo nose red
And if I live past seventy two, I hope I'm half as cool as ya
I got my pen and thought that I'd write
A melody and line for ya tonight
I think that's how I make things feel alright
Made in my room, this simple tune
Will always keep me close to ya
The crowds will sing their voices ring
And it's like ya neva left
But I'm bereft ya see
I think ya can tell
I haven't been doin' too well
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