Sunday, August 31, 2008

sleepy, california.

"I used to think that I knew my way around this town, But I`m all ways getting lost since you`re not around
I never thought that I would say this, but I miss my mom
Even though for all those years we didn`t get along
And when I stop to think about it I guess we were the same: too stubborn to apologize, too filled up on rage

I wish she felt young again, when everything was new
When her father held her hand & said, "There`s nothing you can`t do"

And then I woke up to a phone call right on Christmas day
It said, "Your grandmother is dying in a painful way: her lungs are filling up with fluid even as we speak, the doctor said that if she`s lucky, she`ll make it 'til next week"
I had one last chance to see her right before I moved, but I didn`t end up going, I used some lame excuse

I hope that she`s not scared lying there alone
I hope she hears her husband`s voice, telling her she`s coming home

It`s just Sleepy California, but I just hope they know
It`s just Sleepy California, how much I really care
It`s just Sleepy California, how I want the best for them
It`s just Sleepy California, even though I`m hardly there"

1 comment:

Samantha said...

Oh, her space holiday. I miss you so much, bird. i want us to listen to good music together! And drink chocolate soymilk!