He's Around

V1

He around, its a sound , its a feeling that abounds

It comes from the surrounds, something that I found

It maybe at an end, something has to go on

Logic tells me no, its not enough to go on

i go on , and so on, a life of dedication

smiling, and breathing, and self medication

it must be something keeping him in my thought

Makes me look at life and all the things that I sought

He's around in the room when I have those conversations

and around in my mind when I have those reservations

I get up everyday, look around for his features

Is he in the wind, or running with the creatures

it tells me this is wrong, in my imagination

a prisoner trapped here, of my own creation

it couldnt be that simple, the puzzle of this life

when something goes away, cut out with a knife

Hook

Just cause he aint here, dont mean he aint around

hes the reason that im breathing, the reason that I sound

the reason I stopped running, like the rabbit from the hound

its the reason for my life and the peace that I have found

 

V2

He used to have a saying and he always meant it

"better an empty house than a bad fucking tenent

he's a room in my mind, and I only rent it

writing him a letter got nowhere to send it

now he's a prisoner my memory is the cell

my mind a riot, that no guards could ever quell

knew he kept on fighting when his body was a shell

wanted to end the story, that only he could tell

he told me that for him, his family was religion

made him work so hard, what made him seem so driven

Thats why i think he lurks here, amongst us still livin

Its why I keep on moving, keep my world still spinnin

when i see his face, i know that he's still grinning

on the next generation, his hopes I be pinning

Maybe he looking down while I am out a sinning

or is he looking up seeing in a new beginning

 

Hook

 

V3

so do I keep on looking, watching out for a ghost

or do I keep on living, which is what i do the most

see the pictures of him now, standing tall by the coast

In my dreams he calls around, and Im a willing host

I need to keep on feeling, to keep this inspiration

I know he isnt here but i need the motivation

now im not shouting out and it doesnt need translation

I need him in my life and i hate the depravation

I can still see him there, through the tears I was crying

fighting for his life, even though he was a dying

If you've ever felt the feeling then I wont see you sighing

I find it hard to vent and it needs some clarifying

he never saw the world as a fucking battleground

never ran from the law or went underground

built a world for himself that was not a little mound

now he cloaks me in a cloth like a beuatiful surround