From the Apple of Your Eye
Feb. 15, 20141 viewer
From the Apple of Your Eye Lyrics
The faded dreams
come and go, mocking,
like sitcoms recycling
during the afternoon on a sick-day.
I can’t forget, believe me I try,
the stuffed animal, the hospital windows,
the flower shows, the hearse.
I've had to take this heart of stone,
and had to have it all, but
in the end, we survive on. It isn’t much.
You are 214 miles away & yet
this world did not invite us.
Mom, I am sorry that I am no longer
dull from thinking of your pain,
this mimic world reminds me less and less.
Times have changed and times are strange,
I can only see your face a hundred times
in photos. Dreams never held your visage
every day we've been apart. I wonder
if you’re watching. Do you see,
did you know? Here I am, but am I the same?
come and go, mocking,
like sitcoms recycling
during the afternoon on a sick-day.
I can’t forget, believe me I try,
the stuffed animal, the hospital windows,
the flower shows, the hearse.
I've had to take this heart of stone,
and had to have it all, but
in the end, we survive on. It isn’t much.
You are 214 miles away & yet
this world did not invite us.
Mom, I am sorry that I am no longer
dull from thinking of your pain,
this mimic world reminds me less and less.
Times have changed and times are strange,
I can only see your face a hundred times
in photos. Dreams never held your visage
every day we've been apart. I wonder
if you’re watching. Do you see,
did you know? Here I am, but am I the same?
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