A Marker on a Box
Can you hear me
Or do you even want to
I wouldn't blame you if you turned away
Is there healing in expression
Relief found in confession
If so, can I selfishly ask you to stay
You're here anyway
This ghost that haunts me
You're in everything
That I create
You're always with me
In these moments
When the past and pain collide
And now I feel so ashamed
As I stand here stupidly
Trying to express my loss
With this marker on a box
I'm so sorry
I miss my friend
It's 1989
We're oblivious of each other's sadness
We're laughing and singing "...And Justice for All"
I'll hold this with me always
This memory
Will never fade
In that moment we weren't broken
We transcended and then we somehow escaped
And now I feel so ashamed
As I stand here stupidly
Trying to express my loss
With this marker on a box
I can't believe this is true
Have I really lost you too
I'm so sorry
I miss my friend
You're the ghost that haunts me
Woven into my shape
I wanted something profound
But my wit escapes me
I wish my son could have met you
How can you be the "was" I once knew
And now I feel so ashamed
As I stand here stupidly
Trying to express my loss
With this marker on a box
I can't believe this is true
Have I really lost you too
I'm so sorry
I miss my friend
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I miss my friend
Or do you even want to
I wouldn't blame you if you turned away
Is there healing in expression
Relief found in confession
If so, can I selfishly ask you to stay
You're here anyway
This ghost that haunts me
You're in everything
That I create
You're always with me
In these moments
When the past and pain collide
And now I feel so ashamed
As I stand here stupidly
Trying to express my loss
With this marker on a box
I'm so sorry
I miss my friend
It's 1989
We're oblivious of each other's sadness
We're laughing and singing "...And Justice for All"
I'll hold this with me always
This memory
Will never fade
In that moment we weren't broken
We transcended and then we somehow escaped
And now I feel so ashamed
As I stand here stupidly
Trying to express my loss
With this marker on a box
I can't believe this is true
Have I really lost you too
I'm so sorry
I miss my friend
You're the ghost that haunts me
Woven into my shape
I wanted something profound
But my wit escapes me
I wish my son could have met you
How can you be the "was" I once knew
And now I feel so ashamed
As I stand here stupidly
Trying to express my loss
With this marker on a box
I can't believe this is true
Have I really lost you too
I'm so sorry
I miss my friend
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I miss my friend
Credits
Writer(s): C. Barton Iii
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