I, I am feeling like a veteran
Uncompensated for the blood I’ve left to pool on foreign grounds
And I sometimes reach to rub at aching legs
But they’ve been dust for over a decade
And you’re the limb I’ve lost but somehow I still feel it
Until I awake, we just hope that you made it
We hope that you’re celebrating
With people you miss
And burning like a beacon
Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal
I’m happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed
‘Cause I’m missing you to death
And now it’s only records in my memory
Some little thing you gave posthumously
The details all dragged out
To think of all the paintings we would be without
If van gogh had gone and died face-down from loss of blood
The night he went and hacked his ear off
Until I awake, we just hope that you made it
We hope that you’re celebrating
With people you miss
And burning like a beacon
Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal
I’m happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed
‘Cause I’m missing you to death
