Last night I dreamt you called from Costa Rica, the place you’ve been for the last two weeks. You said, “I miss you, oh sweet boy, and will you come on down?” I woke up to my cold sheets and the smell of New Jersey. When do I get to wake up to you? Today I can’t forget that I’ve got these open wounds.
It’s such a drag, I can’t forget you’ve gone..
My ribs have parted ways, they said,
“We’re not going to protect this heart you have.”
Oh no, what can I do?
My lungs are breathing open air
And my spleen is dripping from my pants
You’ve left me here in the cold
And I miss you
You never told me it would be this hard
I think my body’s saying so
When you’re not here, it’s leaving me
But I hope that you’re o.k.
Even though I’m dying
I hope that you’re still trying to have a killer time
Go see the volcanoes
Go see the rainforests
I’ll be fine by myself
I’ll be fine without these bones.