The Company

I miss all of my shit tonight

I miss those city lights

The mirrored powder room

The heart your sister drew

The sour lemonade

At 50 cents— we overpaid

Most of all, it’s the company

It’s not that check you sent me

Or the way you made me

It’s not the photograph

Tucked away behind a map

It’s not the days you didn’t call

Or the many ways you watched me fall

Most of all, it’s the company

Do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do

It’s not the look you never give

Or that night we said we were positive

But I can let it be

The river flows in front of me

So I row on aimlessly

Mystified and breaking free

Memories set my heart on fire

When we were kids

To admire

The beautiful banks

The giving trees

The circus freak I seem to be

The razor sharp wit riding me

The anger people rarely see

The trials and hypocrisy

But all I ever really need is a

Hand to hold and a place to be

But most of all, it’s the company

Most of all, I miss the company