I am staring at a letter
from a man I used to know.
He is dead now,
so he rarely ever calls.
And standing here in this location,
in the world’s united nations,
makes me wonder
if he ever did at all.
And I am staring at the ceiling
searching for words to tell this feeling
you're not welcome
and, please, leave my friends alone.
Cause laying here inside my bedroom,
wrapped in blankets, I assume
that no one else deserves
to feel just quite as low.
And I am staring in a mirror,
wondering what it is I see there;
is it me or
just a stranger in disguise?
Cause standing in this public bathroom
I could have swore I always knew
that if I just reached out
I’d touch the other side.
And I am staring at my mother,
hoping someday she’ll recover
from our childhoods,
the shitty games we played.
Cause standing here inside her kitchen
makes me realize all I’m missing’s
just the guilt
from all the debts I never paid.
And I am staring at my father
trying hard to tell his daughter,
"We’re all fucked up,
but I love you just the same.
And standing here in this location,
in the world’s united nations,
makes me realize
that all else is just a game.”
And I am staring at my sister,
wondering what she will become,
now that she’s older
than she’s ever been before.
And standing here inside her dorm
I am trying hard to warm
up to the fact that her promise
is more than mine will ever be
And I am staring at a lifetime
so much longer than I can take,
and it is simply waiting for me to begin.
But I will live its every moment
and I will love as best I can,
and they will bury me with flowers with my kin.
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