It's funny how you miss someone, you miss everything about them, and you realized that everything is about them, everything. The way you dress, the way you sleep, the way you eat. Things take on new meaning, or the real meaning is realized, and the real meaning is them.

I was walking home today, listening to Mushaboom, thinking about my Jellybean, and every word was about him.

It's funny how every story, every song, every step, is realized and cherished.

The words to mushaboom;

Helping the kids out of their coats Oh wait the babies haven't been born oh Unpacking the bags and setting up And planting lilacs and buttercups oh

But in the meantime we've got it hard Second floor living without a yard It may be years until the day My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road, (mushaboom, mushaboom) knee deep snow (mushaboom, mushaboom) Watching the fire as we grow (mushaboom, mushaboom) o-o-o-o-old

I got a man to stick it out And make a home from a rented house oh And we'll collect the moments one by one I guess that's how the future's done oh

How many acres, how much light Tucked in the woods and out of sight Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road, mushaboom, mushaboom) knee deep snow mushaboom, mushaboom) Watching the fire as we grow, mushaboom, mushaboom) o-o-o-o-old (mushaboom, mushaboom) Old dirt road rambling rose (mushaboom, mushaboom) Watching the fire as we grow (mushaboom, mushaboom) Well I'm Sold...

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