Friend Song
Jake Ewald
It's nice to be home
It's nice to indulge in new interests
Finish the gin, plug in the circular saw and
Get down to business
I usually don't care who says what
On the internet
I don't usually regret
But I'm often afraid
And anxious that all this is endless
Living inside spaces where all disagreements
Are ever-so-briefly suspended
Sometimes, I suspect in some ways
I would rather not wake up
After sleeping
But you make me feel loved
I still like to look at your pictures
Heaven is soft, Hell is a short walk
Indiana is twelve hours from home
I wish I could say
That I know what you wanna hear
And then say it
Then say it again, like a lullaby
