Tendencies

Wasting time in our lives wishing we just had the ones we loved. Hoping that they will be right next to us when the morning comes. Talking to myself, knowing you’ll never be back to fill this empty space that’s living inside of me. I am its home, and I am its land and sea
I swear this emptiness is killing the man in me, it’s killing me. I can’t continue wasting time, wishing that you were here with me, hanging out with friends and acting happy. Sometimes it’s not as simple as I know it could be, to see both life and death as something happy. I know I just can’t waste anymore time wishing that you were here with me, hanging out with friends and acting happy. I’m just afraid I can’t be without the sound of your heart beat. Last night I saw you in my dreams, it was clear, you’re still: here in my memories. The only way for me to feel your touch is if I’m lucid, you, you’re still here. I can feel you here, something’s telling me that you’re still here, in my memories, you will never fade away. The day you left the earth, I kept a piece of you with me. Talking to myself again, knowing you’ll never be back to fill this empty space that’s living inside of me. But I’ve loved, and I’ve lived, now I’ve learned that we’re lucky enough as it is to stare out into the night, in the cold, the cold dark blue sky: we’re lucky enough as it is. I can’t continue wasting time, wishing that you were here with me, hanging out with friends and acting happy. Sometimes it’s not as simple as I know it could be, to see both life and death
As something happy