I miss you
Your music takes me home when I’m stuck waiting for a bus
Astoria is my soul song
I wonder if I’ll ever be in the same room as you again
Or if I’ll ever hear your voice for real
Wouldn’t it be lovely?
Perhaps one sided
I wish I could be everything to you that you are to me
I wish I could be
But you don’t need a me
When you have everything already
Maybe it’s you who isn’t worthy of me
That’s a laugh
I just wonder if I could be that to someone else
As broken and beaten as I am
It’s a question of worth, really
You who is magnificent
And I who has nothing to give
Is the cost of worth your soul?
It’s hard to be this way
Always wishing in your direction
Knowing in my soul the gods laugh at me each time I do
No one has missed you like I do
It’s a unique type of missing
Like in my soul I feel I know you
And in my head I don’t
I miss something that may not ever exist
You’re not lonely anymore
Does that mean you don’t survive?
I’d rather you did
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