idlewild
not just sometimes but always
here is a long forgotten voice I know it's not your voice because it's always strained I wake up hearing unfamiliar voices convinced they're trying to explain that if my words were clearer then maybe I would know what I'm trying to say just as those long forgotten voices disappear back into rain  If I was born the same day that you died should that make me try I was born the same day that you died should that make me feel more alive Not just sometimes but always I know what I know I know what I know I know what I know  I tune the radio to drown out these voices I don't know I'm suddenly an empty house that almost fills up with home there are days and nights when I don't need to close my eyes and they feel as real to me like analogy in disguise