The Call Home

I know the monster

Who lives inside of your head

He feed on light, feeds on hope

Feeds on the thing that gets you out of bed

But I'm not here to ask you why

You don't just cheer up

Because you and I were born

To laugh, to dance, to be

Broken

To Pieces

I smelled jasmine when you told me she was gone

A warm night, Oakland, you folded in my arms

But I'm not here to ask you why

You don't just cheer up

Because you and I were born

To laugh, to dance, to be

Broken

To Pieces

Your bones are made of bones

Of stars already shone

So when your feet don't touch the ground

My friend, that is just the call home