Parchment

I opened up your letter; the love poured out so quickly You told me things were better, but you'll still always miss me And every word I read drew me more into you Empty pages soaked in pen, words that I'll hold on to What does it mean to be in between? And what's it like to be a part of me? You're far away, and it's slowly killing me But I know I'll see you in my dreams Took a train ride home before you went to the bay Unprepared to watch you roam from far away But you know you'll find yourself and I know we'll be okay We'll be okay What does it mean to be in between? And what's it like to be a part of me? You're far away, and it's slowly killing me But I know I'll see you in my dreams I need a place to go to relax and to to grow