On For Sleep (Interlude)

I'll miss holding my breath when a sea plane flies over

I'll miss biting my tongue when the kids are asleep

I'll miss talking with you about how hard it is to be sober

I'll miss laying with you while our hands burn with freckles we keep

I'll miss you and your water-colored heart and the way you say good morning

I'll miss how I watched as you flew like a bird in the wind

Oh, I'll miss all the brush strokes and colors that you brought with no warning

And I'll miss how we danced in the smoke and screamed this is the end