I know it's probably sentimental,
But I always miss the way,
You used to smile in the morning,
As we faced the coming day.
It’s the pulling through;
“I gotta prove” to give to someone else.
I hope you never miss the feeling;
I hope you never lose yourself.

It’s been a while,
Since I woke up in your mother’s house,
And made my bed.
I hope the healing got easier,
After I left.
Maybe it’s a point of view I wasn’t used to.
Maybe it was learning how to lose.

On the day we crashed your car,
I swear I felt your spirit change.
The way the years had caught up to you;
I watched that smile fade away.
Maybe it’s different now.
Maybe he got you out,
Like I never could.
I hope I’m someone you think about.

Since I woke up in your mother’s house,
And made my bed.
I hope the healing got easier,
After I left.
Maybe it’s a point of view I wasn’t used to.
Maybe it was learning how to lose.
Heard you break down on the phone,
After he knocked you out.
You said “I can’t help but love him”,
But I have my doubts.
Hate that I walked away;
Wish I would have stayed,
But I’m glad to hear you’re doing okay.

The world is this worst-case color scheme;
This grayscale path laid in front of me.
I’ve already seen what I need to be.
I’ve found a peace in your reverie.
But I don’t think I’ll see you again.
Maybe it’s all for amends,
But I hope your kids know,
The pain you had to outgrow.

Since I woke up in your mother’s house,
And made my bed.
I hope the healing got easier,
After I left.
Maybe it’s a point of view I wasn’t used to.
Maybe it was learning how to lose.
Driving home from the fur con;
Said I was gay.
You swore that you’d treat me,
No other way.
Nicki Minaj on the radio;
Kids with no place to call home.
I’ll always hold that moment close.