(A Place To Be Held) (Cloudy)

You don’t miss many things

except for the comfort that you’ll never get back

the comfort of being a child

in the backseat of the car

and your moms singing her favorite song

You close your eyes 

not because you’re tired 

but because you want your dad 

to carry you to bed

There will come a day

where he does this for the last time

and your parents read you 

your last bedtime story

nothing will be said 

but the day will come

and it will have to be okay

You’ll search desperately

for this comfort 

but it will always be 

in the wrong arms 

of the wrong person

You’ll search desperately 

for this comfort 

a place to be held

a desperate attempt

an embarrassing need