I keep all my memories in a shoebox
as if that will bring back
the better times in life,
but I know it won’t.
And I know you’re gone for good,
and I know how much
that sucks because I
deal with it everyday.
And I have this crazy void
and I try to fill it
by pretending to have something
to believe in but
I can’t play a note on this guitar
without thinking of you.
And thinking that if you were here,
someone would be naming
requests and we’d end up
screaming Johnny Hobo lyrics
until the earliest morning hours.
Just like we used to.
And I miss you being around
to tell me not to make stupid decisions
because these days it seems
every decision I make is a stupid one.
Nothing’s the same now,
even coffee, because
no one else thinks
the shapes that the cream makes
in that black brew
are even remotely interesting.
And I only accept weird looks from you.
I don’t know what makes anyone think
I care even a little bit about them
in comparison to you.
I don’t want to hear
the word “home” if
you’re not there and
I don’t want to hear anyone
talk about you in any way that doesn’t
sound like poetry
because everything you were,
everything you are is poetry.
You are the ink spilling
out of my pen all night,
every night. You are
everything you deserve to be
and I hope you get
everything you deserve.
And on opposite ends of life we sit,
different drugs in our systems,
waiting for the day
far from now
when maybe, maybe we’ll meet again.
And maybe then,
we can do and be everything we used to.
Maybe then we can
sit up together late at night,
singing songs and strumming guitars.
Maybe then, we can drink coffee
and talk about all the things
we’re going to do one day,
all the places we’re going to go one day,
all the things we’re going to accomplish one day.
“I know you’ve been dealing with that awful feeling that we’re running out of time, and so have I.”
I’m slipping in and out of consciousness
and you’re not next to me to say
“you know, it’s all going to be okay
because tomorrow’s a new day
and when I got you and you got me,
well…we’ll never be alone.”
…So where’d you go?