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

To be continued...