sick of it

man, I'm so sick of it

of saying goodbye 

of slowly, so slowly

/cutting each tie/

of losing touch

yeah I admit 

it doesn't hurt so much

any more, but it still hurts. 

yeah it still hurts

man, I'm so sick of it

I'm so sick of drifting

and being drawn to other drifters

drifters who drift

away from me

drifters who leave
to seek out something better.

(does something better even exist?)

yeah man, I'm so sick 

of the earth being so big

and friends being so far away 

across the globe, 

scattered 

and so am I

why
 are there so many oceans

so many land forms

so many gaps between us

gaps; they've formed
barriers

-impenetrable barriers-

family, friends,
pieces of my soul

ones I love most
ones that make me feel whole

they're never here
and
I'm trying to figure out still

why they disappear

the people I most care 

about in the world

she said to me 

one day I'm going to see you on TV
and I'm going to breathe a sigh of relief
and say 

'well it's about time'
and
 I'm going to say

'what took you so long?'

girl, if only you knew
how talented you are

how far,
you're bound to go
and
me going away,
it won't make a difference
it won't make you stay

and

if I never met you
it would have been far worse
and you'll see me again
and I'll be on your case/ I'll reimburse
you
and you'll baby sit my kids

when I have them
and you'll teach them about the world

 girl,
I love you
so do I
she said,
as we chewed on fries

girl you're going away 

what's keeping me here

why am I still here

when I'm supposed to be
elsewhere
by now. Shit I still don't know how

to live.