I’m Not Here
Matt Kadane, Bubba Kadane
I just looked out the window behind my bed
And saw myself floating in the trees
The dead trees about to break under the wind
After last night's freeze
Outside my hair wasn't blowing
And my untied shoelaces were frozen
I just looked out the window
And saw the eye over my pen [?]
And right now I looked into my own eyes [?]
For they knew I solely lived in fear [?]
I feel the cold against the window [?]
You're so close to me
She literally is me [?]
Divine, she lies
And whispers in my ear to say
"It's okay, I'm here"
But I know that I hear her now
And I'm not here