In Creases

Now I see

I've already missed it

Now that I feel it

The feeling has ended

For so long

Addicted anonymous

I'm throwing up my problems in your bed

And happy thoughts into the bin

Remember then

The television was your best friend

Going home with just your limbs and

Thoughts of nothing

The sun dies fast, I remember that

The night spreads like a virus and

It tucks me in with my regrets

Reminds me of the things I miss

Sundays with dad, I remember that

Watching birthday tapes, I remember that

Throwing a fit on the phone, I remember that

When we were losing our home, I ignored the feeling

Found your cigarettes, I remember that

Saying goodbye at the hospital bed

The last year you were home for Christmas

It still felt like a family then

Now I see

I've already missed it

Now that I feel it

The feeling has ended