Come Home

If I could plant my emotions into the earth and harvest our memories over and over again, I wonder if the grief would be so heavy

And I wonder; if I was able to walk right into my kitchen and grab you like a pair out of the fruit bowl, would my mental be more steady?

All that I have left are memories, and I feel like their always trying to fade. I wish my tears would fall into earth soil and create a memory parade

Where I’m seeing bubbles of memories that never fades, and the bubbles never pop. If only it were this easy to bring you home, because the grief is hard to drop

When I fall into sleep is when I actually wake up; a lot of ya’ll crowns are blocked, that’s why you always stay up

I love waking up to loved ones coming to see me, hard time be when I’m waking up and I’m the one leaving: As usual, I’m the one grieving

Conversations always like nothing ever changed, honestly the visits are comfortable, but strange

If I could just plant my emotions into the earth and harvest you a few times a year, then maybe when we’re talking and you respond like you’re here, it’ll be a little less weird