You Are Not Here

You are not here
Not at home
Not comfortable
But each day starts
Wake up next to me
Hair’s never good
The show never fills
Sing out to darkness
Leaving the ground
Losing an edge
I fucked up the wheels
And I still dream about it
What will we do with
Our time after this
Parenting kids on
Traveller’s cheques
Sleeping on planes
Married by friends
Taking my name
With all of its dents
There’s a light at the edge
Berries to pick
This thirst that I have
May it never be quenched
You are not here
Not at home
Not comfortable
But each day starts