"Where did I put my glasses, huh?

Where did I put my keys?

I swear I had some dreams, in here,

some aces up my sleeves.

Where did all my years go, boy?

Where are all my friends?"

Said Grampa to his old bird dog

somewhere near the end.

How does this pain still happen?

I thought it would be long gone by now, but every time I count it out, it ends up pulling me back to the ground by my wrists

Jerking me with a jest

Fuck this, I need some rest

The sidewalks are longer than they were yesterday

I can't be myself because I'm too worried about myself

Self affliction, contradiction

You make me bleed courage

I can fight through the waves

Crashing against my upper lip, jamming the salt water up my nose

Filling me with doubt

I'll be okay again soon

I often say the wrong things when I tell you how I feel

It comes out sounding like a joke or only half sincere

If I try to write a love song, it turns out plain and tried

And so this ain’t a love song, just a letter to my wife

When I wake up I think of you, it’s always something different

Why can’t she let me sleep for once, or oh she burned the bacon

Oh no I didn’t clean last night, or I should let her sleep

But mostly it’s some way of saying thank god she’s next to me

I know that that sounds too sappy, I’ll try to lighten it up

Sometimes I get up early cause your snoring woke me up

Sometimes it hard to sleep because you talk in a foreign language

When I ask you to clarify, you usually can’t manage

But sleep talk’s a laughable price

For waking up the rest of my life

To burned bacon, baby cries

And best of all, you as my wife

I know I can forget to think, and then say something dumb

If I had to be stuck with me, I’d turn tail and run

I promise to keep trying to stop being such a dick head

If you promise to lay still sometimes and not push me off the bed

Bear with me Doc, and I can be the thoughtful guy you need

A thoughtful guy you don’t deserve but at least he’s sometimes sweet

The smart move’s probably to run away, but you haven’t listened yet

To the voice that’s in your head that says, “Step away from the Dick Head”

Despite all the good reasons to run, I’d love it if you stay

Because I need a wife, who’s easy to beat at video games

And I need a wife who helps me see good on the bad days

Though I wouldn’t mind a wife who cooked chicken all the way

Salmonellas not too steep a price

For having an angel in my life

For raw chicken and baby cries

and best of all, you as my wife

I know I said everything wrong

I’ll try again another song

Eventually I’ll get it right

Just know that you have brought the light

I’ll express the rest some other time

One bright afternoon

I laid on the cool grass

And propped myself against a sakura tree

In a field of many others

I took pleasure in the dappled sunlight

Filtering through the beautiful pink leaves

The sweet fragrant smell of cherry blossoms flowing around

In the warm summer breeze

Songbirds tweeting and rustling among the trees

A perfect atmosphere

A perfect day

I closed my eyes to simply lounge in my surroundings

Slowly drifting off into a blissful sleep

Truly, I was at peace