Little Raven

Welcome to my humble abode
Yeah I know it’s not too shabby
But I promise you, it’s quaint.
I feel fine really, yeah,
Except for the times I hear the rain fall
No, it doesn’t make me sad, that’d be too dramatic
It makes me feel, empty, you know?
I long for something
A cup of chaa or some hideously made coffee.

Yeah, no but isn’t too bad
No one dies without chaa
You see,
I’ve never figured out how many spoons of sugar I need in my cup
It just doesn’t feel right
But sure, yeah; I’ll get used to it.

But then I wonder if this house is what makes me feel empty
It’s too big of a space for one person
Well, any apartment can feel too big if you’re the only one there
And then, I might’ve gotten used to living with someone
Four years isn’t a short time, you know?
I’ve had four more to get used to it
But it just doesn’t feel the same
I’ve tried to find the perfume she’d put on her
To make this place feel a bit more like a home
But yeah I guess it never smells the same
If it’s not her neck I taste it from.

I’ve never claimed to be a brilliant or a very good person
But life’s been treating me well in station
I guess karma forgot to close my account
Or maybe it’s had it’s dues and decided to go on a vacation
The butterflies on my head say otherwise though
Red and dead they rush around in despair
But there’s always that one little blue one,
Which really doesn’t seem to care.

But hey, my life is pretty great
I’d be a hypocrite if I said I had complaints
I just don’t feel the same without her
When it scorches, blows or it even rains
But I’ll get over this; I’m sure it’s easy
She’s praying for me from right up there in heaven
I’d love to leave this house to someone
To go up join her and say cheers to the little raven

Touche my friend,
Touche.