| I thought I saw you yesterday
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| But I didn’t stop, ‘cause you was walking the opposite way
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| I guess I could have shouted out your name
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| But even if it was you, I don’t know what I would say
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| We can sit and reminisce about the old school
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| Maybe share a cigarette because we both fools
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| Chop it up and compare perspectives
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| Life, love, stress, and setbacks
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| Yes, you could tell me how hard you had it
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| And you could show me all the scars to back it
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| And we can analyze each complaint
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| Break it down and explain these mistakes I make
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| I like to tangle up the strings of the puppetry
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| But you knew me back when I was a younger me
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| You’ve seen Sean in all types of light
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| And I’ve been meaning to ask you if I’m doing alright
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| Yesterday, was that you? |
| Looked just like you
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| Strange things my imagination might do
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| Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through
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| Or am I just going crazy ‘cause I miss you?
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| Yesterday, was that you? |
| Looked just like you
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| Strange things my imagination might do
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| Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through
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| Or am I just going crazy ‘cause I miss you?
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| I’m shook, I know I pushed when I should have pulled
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| Took it all back if I could, I put that on my soul
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| And I would make a top notch good listener
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| If you could block off a little time out to give it here
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| Since we went our separate paths
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| I’ve hit a couple of snags that remind me of the past
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| I can’t front, I’m having a blast
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| But damned if I ain’t afraid of how long it’s gonna last
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| Sitting here wishing we could kick it
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| Give me your opinions, I do miss the criticisms
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| I didn’t mean to be distant, make a visit
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| I’ll wait up and keep the coffee brewing in the kitchen
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| But who am I jokin' with?
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| There’s no way that you and I will ever get to re-open it
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| It doesn’t matter, this is more than love
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| And maybe if I’m lucky, get to see you out the corner of…
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| Yesterday, was that you? |
| Looked just like you
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| Strange things my imagination might do
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| Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through
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| Or am I just going crazy ‘cause I miss you?
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| Yesterday, was that you? |
| Looked just like you
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| Strange things my imagination might do
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| Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through
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| Or am I just going crazy ‘cause I miss you?
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| And when you left, I didn’t see it coming
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| I guess I slept, it ain’t like you was running
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| You crept out the front door slow
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| And I was so self-absorbed I didn’t even know
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| And by the the time I looked up, it was booked up
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| Put it all behind you, the bad and the good stuff
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| A whole house full of dreams and steps
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| I think you’d be impressed with the pieces I kept
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| You disappeared, but the history is still here
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| That’s why I try not to cry over spilt beer
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| I can’t even get mad that you’re gone
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| Leaving me was probably the best thing you ever taught me
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| I’m sorry, it’s official
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| I was a fistful, I didn’t keep it simple
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| Chip on the shoulder, anger in my veins
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| Had so much hatred now it brings me shame
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| Never thought about the world without you
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| And I promise that I’ll never say another bad word about you
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| I thought I saw you yesterday
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| But I know it wasn’t you, ‘cause you passed away, Dad
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| Looked just like you
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| Strange things my imagination might do
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| Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through
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| Or am I just going crazy ‘cause I miss you? |