Exchange

I miss yesterdays I would trade a brand-new tomorrow For an old used yesterday Allow me to explain The yesterdays of my life I know I feel comfortable with I know the pain, joy and the sorrow It’s all familiar to me And requires no effort of emotion I already have the scars I know how to play the game The rules are clear There is nothing to fear But it’s the tomorrows They say is a gift Sometimes I wonder If it’s a veil I want to lift Somedays it can be a prize Other times moments filled with lies In either case a surprise Some look forward To the excitement of fear It’s not something I relish to be near This is why I want my yesterday It’s a comfortable blanket in which to say Good night my familiar light Eric (and sometimes not)