Home for the Holidays

There's such a big difference between being home for the holidays and living in your hometown for the holidays. Upon arriving home, I heard about an old family friend who, like myself, has spent much of her adult life struggling with substance abuse and mental health issues. She won't be coming to Michigan for the holidays after all. Heard this song driving home from my cousin Frank's late last night, the festive lights on the houses passing by in colorful blurs, and it made me think of her. I'm grateful to be home for the Holidays; it was only earlier this year that I was pretty lost myself.

My heart goes out to you, wherever your are, M.

I don't want to understand this horror

There's a weight in your eyes

I can't admit

Everybody ends up here

in bottles

But the name tag's the last thing you wanted

As the world explodes

We fall out of it

And we can't let it go

Because this will not go away

There's a house built out in space

I can't see the thief that lives inside of your head

But I can be some courage at the side of your bed

And I don't know what's happening

And I can't pretend

But I can be your

be your

Someone help us understand

Who ordered

This disgusting arrangement of time and the end

I don't wanna hear who walked on water

'Cause the hallways are empty

Clocks tick

As the world implodes

We fall into it

And we can't go home

Because this will not go away

There's a house built out in space

It's a long long getaway

It's a long long getaway

Make it home again

Make it home again

- Our Lady Peace, "Thief"