The Idea That Everything Could Possibly Ever Be Said (For Patrick)

I know you don’t think that I think of the things that you say 'fore
I turn around and say «buddy it’s okay»
And I know you don’t think I could understand
Why there’s a lifetime of pain behind bright shining eyes
Maybe I won’t but dear friend you know I will try
I know you don’t think that you are half as good
As the people who do just the things that the should
But we follow our own paths gotta do some trailblazing
A minute of movement for a year of stargazing
But you find that you’ve come out with a billion horns blazing
It’s amazing just to know you’re alive
I know you don’t think that I’m leaving over you
And I know that you know I’m not staying for that too
I know that’s not what you wanted me to do
What do I want? I wish that I knew
I can’t see the future, I don’t know the end
I can only predict that we’ll always be friends
We’ll grow, and we’ll change, and we’ll see you again
Like two seeds grown apart to different
In different places in the front yard
We’ll grow toward the sun, those sometimes it will be hard
We’ll grow up the fence, and our stems intertwine
We’ll share stories of other branches stretched out behind and ahead
Green with life, flowers of brilliant red
And we’ll laugh at the thought, that you could know you’ve got
And the idea that everything could possibly ever be said