22a - Like Pacific

Settle in this house thats not my home

I chose a place that I kept close

You’re living care free, but can you help me

I’ll be the one who sees you most

Your hands don’t work, I suffer too

But not as much as you

Cause you can’t pick and choose

Move from the couch to your bed that night

I never got to say goodbye

Do this laundry list of things

They don’t have time but neither do we

I bend over backwards to know that I can

Then why the hell do I feel sad

I hope the views is as good as it sounds

Cause I don’t believe in heaven

But we’re wasting time in this hell

An unlocked door is questioning

I hear no footsteps in my head

I threw flowers on your casket, they were purchased by my friends

The lack of company is killing me

I know this sorrow too shall pass, but now it’s time to make my bed

Don’t wait for me, you can turn off the lights and lay as still as you sleep