It does not make linear sense
To miss that which I haven't lived through yet
And yet, I'm still upset
The sound will hark back to a space
That collected a memory I can't trace
It's not my place to claim
How come I feel the same
Way that you feel now when
Your thoughts return to then?
It's simpler to solidify
A daydream at a point b in time
Than to picture myself in seasons gone by
Whenever I feel most alone
Tender, I continue to pine for home
Even when I'm already in my bed
I lie in restlessness
Home is another scented landscape in your head
And the smell will hark back to a space
That collected a memory I can't trace
It's not my place to claim
I want to feel the same
Way that you feel now when
Your thoughts return to then