Missing You

I, I am feeling like a veteran

Uncompensated for the blood I’ve left to pool on foreign grounds

And I sometimes reach to rub at aching legs

But they’ve been dust for over a decade

And you’re the limb I’ve lost but somehow I still feel it

Until I awake, we just hope that you made it

We hope that you’re celebrating

With people you miss

And burning like a beacon

Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal

I’m happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed

‘Cause I’m missing you to death

And now it’s only records in my memory

Some little thing you gave posthumously

The details all dragged out

To think of all the paintings we would be without

If van gogh had gone and died face-down from loss of blood

The night he went and hacked his ear off

Until I awake, we just hope that you made it

We hope that you’re celebrating

With people you miss

And burning like a beacon

Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal

I’m happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed

‘Cause I’m missing you to death