New Scars

Tree Houses and Old Cigars;

Got nothing to show you, but new scars.

It’s not easy, it’s not what we thought;

But a whole lot of nothing and everything’s what we got.

I can’t help it if I’m coming home;

Because it’s hard to be together, but it’s harder alone.

I can see it, coming round the bend;

It’s the distance between what we know and we pretend.

I can feel it, I can taste it on the wind;

There’s a fantasy tomorrow and today’s where we begin.

If I make it to the great beyond,

I’ll send word with the angels to the people I’ve been fond.

"Tell them kindly, it’s alright to carry on;

I’m still here in my heart, though my body is gone."

It’s not over, not ‘til we’ve forgot

How this all started and how memories rot.

Tree Houses and Old Cigars;

Got nothing to show you, but new scars.