The Call Home

I know the monster
Who lives inside of your head
He feed on light, feeds on hope
Feeds on the thing that gets you out of bed

But I'm not here to ask you why
You don't just cheer up
Because you and I were born
To laugh, to dance, to be

Broken
To Pieces

I smelled jasmine when you told me she was gone
A warm night, Oakland, you folded in my arms

But I'm not here to ask you why
You don't just cheer up
Because you and I were born
To laugh, to dance, to be

Broken
To Pieces

Your bones are made of bones
Of stars already shone
So when your feet don't touch the ground
My friend, that is just the call home



Credits
Writer(s): Joey Coe
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