I miss all of my shit tonight
I miss those city lights
The mirrored powder room
The heart your sister drew
The sour lemonade
At 50 cents— we overpaid
Most of all, it’s the company
It’s not that check you sent me
Or the way you made me
It’s not the photograph
Tucked away behind a map
It’s not the days you didn’t call
Or the many ways you watched me fall
Most of all, it’s the company
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
It’s not the look you never give
Or that night we said we were positive
But I can let it be
The river flows in front of me
So I row on aimlessly
Mystified and breaking free
Memories set my heart on fire
When we were kids
To admire
The beautiful banks
The giving trees
The circus freak I seem to be
The razor sharp wit riding me
The anger people rarely see
The trials and hypocrisy
But all I ever really need is a
Hand to hold and a place to be
But most of all, it’s the company
Most of all, I miss the company