Letters to Mom

Im still singing at the top of my lungs Still making up songs and how they aught to be sung Still trying to live in the past trying desperately to make times last Im still cooking for a varied taste Still disappointed when it pretty much goes to waste Still living  each day by the beach tho AZ deserts where I seek Wishing you were here with me I'm Still blaming myself for the things that I cant change Still trying to ignore the feeling of feeling just shortchanged Wishing you were here with me I'm Still wishing I could meet your ghost Still wanting to Let our hair down with a Marinellis toast Still trying to listen more than I talk Still trying to make it out on our walks Im Still wanting  to travel the world Still to afraid to give it a whirl Wishing you were here with me I'll be the one refusing goodbye

Rather, accepting the lie, your still with me Wish you were here with me 

I'm still drinking way too much Still laughing at jokes and such It's all pretty much the same Only thing that's changed is the name Im still looking in wonder at the stars Still mostly a passenger riding in cars Still wishing you were here with me When it felt safe everytime you were near I'll be the one refusing goodbye, accepting of the lie, your with me

Wish you were with me Wishing you were here with me