Still

I sometimes still think I hear his voice

In the words I hear myself say.

I think I see him in the crowd,

But I can’t get to him before he fades away.

I’m still not convinced this is all real;

I’m hanging on to the chance that it’s not.

It’s not the reality I want,

But painfully it’s the only one I’ve got.

Do you know how it is when your world,

Your reality, and everything go?

The colors, they fade,

And time moves too fast or too slow.

When you realize there’s only so little you can sleep,

You wish it’d been a nightmare and hope for a dream

And you see that the medicine cabinet’s only so deep

But this is one thing that is just exactly as it seems.

The hot-lava tears that run down your face

And the sad songs that seem to repeat

When you’re lying in your bed with the curtains drawn

Still feeling so unbelievably beat

I still think it’s him

When I go to answer the phone.

When I drive in the car

And I don’t feel like I’m alone.

I wake up in the morning

Lay my head down at night

And think there’ll never be a point

When things go back to feeling just right.