Walking in an empty hallway.
Pulling light clouds from above.
Head dancing on top of my mind.
I still see your pictures mounted on the walls.
They move each time I move.
Some of them make your sounds and
I still have to pretend I didn’t see.
Walking dead down the hallway
You keep ringing a bell in my mind.
It’s like I can touch you and let you cry on my shoulders.
But you’re far away from reality.
You’re away on an emotional journey.
And I hope when you return you’re still
The same old crazy butt I fell in love with.