You are not here
Not at home
Not comfortable
But each day it starts
Wake up next to me, hair's never good
She'll never feels sing after darkness
Leaving the ground
Losing an edge
I fucked up the wheels
I still dream about it
What will we do?
With our time after this?
Having two kids on traveler's checks
Sleeping on planes
Married by friends
Taking my name with all of its debt
There's a light at the edge
Berries to pick
This thirst that I have may never be quenched
You are not here
Not at home
Not comfortable
But each day it starts
