"getting it off my chest" - these words never fit better
Thank you, Mrs. Morisette.
Reborn and shivering - Spat out on new terrain
Unsure unconvincing - This faint and shaky hour
Day one day one start over again - Step one step one I'm barely making sense
for now I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it
From scratch begin again but this time I as I and not as we
Gun shy and quivering - Timid without a hand
Feign brave with steel intent - little and hardly here
Day one day one start over again - Step one step one with not much making sense
just yet I'm faking it til I'm pseudo making it
From scratch begin again but this time I as I and not as we
Eyes wet toward wide open frayed
If God's taking bets I pray He wants to lose
Day one day one start over again - Step one step one I'm barely making sense
just yet I'm faking it til I'm pseudo making it
From scratch begin again but this time I as I and not as we
I miss your smell and your style - And your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life - And your body in my bed
Miss your take on anything - And the music you would play
Miss cracking up and wrestling - Our debriefs at end of day
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
I miss your neck and your gait - And your sharing what you write
Miss you walking through the front door - Documentaries in your hand
Miss traveling our traveling - And your fun and charming friends
Miss our Big Sur getaways - And you watch you love my dogs
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
One step one prayer
I soldier on
Stimulating moving on
I miss your warmth and the thought -Of us bringing up our kids
And the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
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