Laura - 5

1/11/11

This is a song I wrote for my best friend after his father died recently.

We Are Not Our Bodies

I don't take pleasure in the routine anymore.
"How come your life seems so much better than mine?"
I take sleep where I can get it,
but I might as well forget all about it.
The road's getting rough,
but I happen to know a guy selling highways...
While that may not be exactly true,
either way, I can carry you.

Every stoplight tried
to make me late that night.
I kept thinking, "We are not our bodies."
It scared the shit outta me
and it gave me comfort.

I'm drinking less in case I need to drive.
You're drinking more to drown the hell that is this time,
but you don't need that shit.
Your mind will make your body numb on its own,
although I understand why you might
not put much faith in bodies right now.
If yours lets you down, I can carry you.

Every nightmare tried
to keep me up all night
I kept thinking, "Which one's reality?"
and "Will this thought still make sense
in the morning?"

It's a fragile time, but I've never felt so strong.
If everything else scares you shitless
please just take comfort in this.