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*  Untitled 4



I, I am feeling like a veteran 
Uncompensated for the blood I've left to pool on foreign grounds 
And I sometimes reach to rub at aching legs
But they've been dust for over a decade 
And you're the limb I've lost, but somehow I still feel them

Until I wake, we just hope that you made it 
We hope that you're celebrating with people you've missed 
And burning like a beacon, guiding our ship around this hellish shoal 
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed 
'cause I'm missing you to death 

And now there's only records of my memory
It's a little thing you gave posthumously 
The details all dragged out 
To think of all the paintings we could be without 
If Van Gogh had gone and died face down from loss of blood 
the night he went and hacked his ear off 

Until I wake, we just hope that you made it 
We hope that you're celebrating with people you've missed 
And burning like a beacon, guiding our ship around this hellish shoal 
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed 
'cause I'm missing you to death

Until I wake, we just hope that you made it 
We hope that you're celebrating with people you've missed 
And burning like a beacon, guiding our ship around this hellish shoal 
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed 
'cause I'm missing you to death

Until I wake, we just hope that you made it
We hope you're as decorated as the day that you left
And burning like a beacon, guiding our ship around this hellish shoal
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed 
'cause I'm missing you to death


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