Amazon Dandelion

Hey, well isn't this nice, I think about you most of the time, your never far from my thoughts, your never far from my mind. I miss you like the sun, I miss you like the trees. It never seems to sink in just how far away you might be. Hey, well isn't this nice, I know your smiling with me. You show yourself in the dandelion heads, you follow me around pretending your not dead. I find my self smelling your smell in that soaked up smoke only I can tell, and I wish you could be here, but the wishing comes from fear. I can't picture them now, sailing your bed through the crowd, but clear in my mind you spoke to me at the gates in a dream, you said you'd hired an actor to take your place, it'd be better than the real thing. I find your smell and I hold onto it well, you rain through the air, a snowstorm in slow motion, I'll keep with me that staged act of a second notion. x