I still see a glimpse of you when I pass your door
I still see a glimpse of you in my honest core
I still see a glimpse of you peaking when I’m sore
I still see a glimpse of you
This time I adore
I still see
I still see
I still see you everyday
I still see
I still see
I still see you
See (I still see)
See (I still see)
See (I still see)
See (I still see)
It’s your birthday today
I pray that you answer the door
I just flew in to DCA
The altitude cancelled the noise
I knock on the front and then I pound
With the rhythm of a bounce beat
I knew that that would get your guard down
I smile when I hear the knob squeak
We make eye contact so swift and then you look far past me
Your mannerisms oh so frantic
Everytime I see ’em it is like the first time
I get nauseating panic
But I slow breathe and wipe my mist
‘Cause even tho you let me in your place
You’ll kick me out when paranoia hits
So I will cherish all the time you give me
I got so many updates to share
I broke up with my last girlfriend
I did Flog Gnaw last year
My asthma been debilitating lately
But no more hospital visits
Knock on wood
I’m putting on some healthy weight
Just like you did at my digits
I got a excess of shit to tell you
It’s been forever, don’t know where to start
But will I go on long tangent, nah
I’m keeping all my words brief and sparse
I hope if I am calm inside your presence
That you will then return to yourself
And I will have glimpse of you to take home
And put up on the center of my shelf
I love you
I still see you
I still see you
You are immortalized
I still see you
The bark of my roots
I grow from you my friend
I still see you
I still see you
You are immortalized
I still see you
The bark of my roots
I grow from you my friend
You are immortalized
I grow from you my friend
So there’s another story in the Bible
The story of a man who lived in a cave
And he would cut himself
And the people of the community tried to
Contain him with chains
And he broke through the chains
They called him a demoniac
He was tormented by voices, and
Today we would call that schizophrenic
And the next day
The same man who had been living in caves
Was sitting quietly, clothed, and in his right mind
That story gives me hope
Everytime I lose faith that he could be well
I read that story
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