Clumsy feet, will you take me home?
One more drink, and I’ll brave the road.
Past pushes forward, can’t run from this,
Who will hold me up, as I sink to the abyss?
Blindfold my eyes, with ignorance comes bliss.
The weighted fall, and all the bullshit,
the pain of loss, of ghosts we miss.
And each night, when I find you in my dreams,
There’ll be no rest, 7 years still bereaved.