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Now That You're Gone

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You used to stomp around the house as if your feet were made of lead
As if the floorboards had done you some awful wrong and needed punishing
I used to giggle to myself in the dead of the night because I always knew where you were
Some kind of comfort found in the promise that you were five loud steps away
Now at night I hear the floors creak and moan as if recovering from the bruises you inflicted
It’s so quiet now, I tiptoe to the bathroom and sigh because for some reason
My feet have always seemed nimble compared to yours, will I not leave a mark on this world?
I wonder if the floorboards are happy you left
At least then someone would be.

You used to be loud and I never realized that I didn’t have a voice
I mean I had one but, I never really needed it
Now that you’re gone I find myself confused because people are listening now
They want to hear me and it’s uncomfortable
For a while I tried yelling because it was fun to hear myself talk
But I’ve grown weary of that so now I recede and go back to silence
This time there’s no one to speak for me, and I don’t know how this will work
A voice is one more comfort that you took with you.

At night now I’m more lonely than ever
I know I rarely left my room to journey down the hall and visit you
But now that I know I can’t, now that your room is standing big and empty
It’s another loss, making the dark bigger and the nights longer
Maybe I didn't need you while you were here because you were simply close
But now that you are a thousand miles away I need you

You used to whirl around the town, making friends and kissing boys
I doubt that I would have any one if you hadn’t been here
Half dislocating my weak shoulders as you dragged me along
We used to feel the burn of vodka slide down our throats
Feel the smoke lick at our face and finally be able to let go
But now that your gone, there is nothing but monotony
There is no more fun and I don’t know where to go looking for it

While you were here, having you around was a drag and it made me tired
But having you gone is just one more hollow cavity threatening to swallow me.
The first stanza is my favorite because it reminds me of childhood and how our parents used to call her thumper. 
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