note #56

i just spent fifteen-hundred years
rocking it in the underground
touring battle fields
and worn out towns
wondering when
i'd see you again
now here i am
missing your eyes
missing your sighs
telling lies
about where i've been
so where are you when
i need you close
to push away
that lingering ghost
of fears and tears
from the loneliest time of my life

i come back home and i walk around
and it doesn't seem the same
as it did then
not so big
and way too small
how did i
survive at all
i need you now
like i wanted you then
will you please just be my friend

fifteen-hundred years alone
fifteen-hundred years ago
fifteen-hundred years with this face
fifteen-hundred years of disgrace
worn out eyes
and long goodbyes
too many sad sighs
i just want to lie with you again.