*poke it*

there you are, at the cremation of your dad
after all this time of fleeing, you stand still and think
this is no more custard
no more custard in front of the TV
no more being together
no more watching DWDD together
no more dancing in the house
and no more clapping with a fist
maybe it wasn't right
but I miss us, and I miss home..

there you are, at the cremation of your mom
all crying faces, but I found that pretty normal
and she was such a sweet woman
there was a lot I wanted to say
i'm sorry, so sorry
but my heart is now cold
for you, I keep my patience
in a little box under my bed
but what is a funfair?
a funfair without any fun?
florida 2009, there, there I found myself
but I moved a stone in the river
and that despite all the rain