When I go back to my parents place
You're not there with the same old happy face
Body covered in white and gold
Or looking sad like you could tell
How I felt when I got home
I don't see you running up the driveway to me
Moving tall and pretty or resting on the lawn
All the emptiness that fills the yard
All the silence that I notice when I get there
To the place we used to play
Where you'd devour your lunch
Always scared of thunderstorms
There's a lack of white and gold
And your wagging tail
But we keep on playing in the yard
Like we can feel you watching us
credits
from My Name is Miles,
released March 7, 2018
Miles Kean, Toninho Horta
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