i stand at your doorstep,
and knock twice -
just how i would let you know
each time
that i was coming home
we kiss and hug our hellos,
tears streaming down our faces
'cuz god, i've been through hell.
i wish i could be there;
i'm locked in a cage
and i'm freaking the hell out
because you aren't there
i wish i had your number
'cuz i'd give you a call or two
or two hundred, either way,
i just wan't to know that you're safe
because i survived; i lived
and i don't know if you are; if you did
i miss you, dear