Familiar Spirits

She was something, she was brave

Close your eyes, still see her face

But it’s mine that you’re waking up to

I know she’s not really gone

In your soul she keeps a home

I’m not sure that there’s room enough for two

Maybe I don’t know my place

Maybe I’m not sure that I’ve got one

But every time I see your face

I hope it’s next to you

Maybe I don’t know my role

But I’ll keep trying to fill one

Not knowing sure takes it’s toll

But at least I’m next to you

I’ve been quiet, I’ve been proud

Told my thoughts they weren’t allowed

Played my part by just steeping in the pain

Is it worth it, should I care

Familiar spirits everywhere

No one's reinventing how it feels to be insane

Maybe I don’t know my place

Maybe I’m not sure that I’ve got one

But every time I see your face

I hope it’s next to you

Maybe I don’t know my role

But I’ll keep trying to fill one

Not knowing sure takes it’s toll

But at least I’m next to you

Can't seem to convince myself

That I deserve to be 

At anyone's round table

Next to judges, next to kings

So I'm filling all their cups

While mine stays somewhere out of reach

Hoping for the moment

When I'm asked to take my seat

Maybe I don’t know my place

Maybe I’m not sure that I’ve got one

But every time I see your face

I hope it’s next to you

Maybe I don’t know my role

But I’ll keep trying to fill one

Not knowing sure takes it’s toll

But at least I’m next to you

Hope I stay next to you