soon! soon! soon!

It's a part of life, get used to it, they say

Well just because it's normal doesn't mean it's okay

Am I supposed to be fine with my mom being sick?

Am I supposed to be fine feeling depressed as frick?

Am I supposed to have a party when we're miles apart?

Am I supposed to write a thank-you note to the knife in my heart?

Ah, but that's what they all like to say

When cheerful, happy me has a not-so-nice day

But come on, tell me something I can try to believe

We've already addressed my tear-stained sleeves

There's nothing you can mouth that will summon the dead

There's nothing you can mouth that will quiet my head

There's something you can do that you never will

So why bother asking, why bother to kill

An infection that festers deep in my wound

Oh, but they will be home soon

Oh, but she will get well soon

Oh, the sun will come out soon

Well, soon means different for me than it does for you