my earphones cry in my ear
like a broken jukebox, while
I hear nothing but
another depressing song, making
me wonder when I'll get
sick of my dreams.
Away from home, yet not alone.
I tell the story of
jumping up and down, in and out
of flashbacks in the future.
I don't feel alone.
Or so it seems.
I wish you were here, could
smell taste and hear
all the same things
that happiness brings.
This song is a mess
but I gave my best
to make it loud, to
make you proud
of me.
So one day they'll see that
you and me are
meant to be
like Andy Mckee and
his guitar
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