233, 511, Everywhere [jake]

I don’t like going to bed alone
I don’t like coming to an empty home
I don’t like having nothing to do
     And no one around to do it with
I don’t like staying in
     While others go out
I don’t like being quiet
     When the group is allowed to shout
But I hate being a riot
     If silence snatches every other mouth
There is something to sleeping solo
     That gets under my skin
There is something to a vacant house
     That needs to let someone in
There is something to time and solitude
     That taunts me in my heart
Knowing—at least feeling—that the neighborhood
     Is playing in the yard
     Across the street
Why couldn’t anyone send an invite me?

My soul was meant to share
My mind was meant to mingle
My spirit screams to be a part
     Of every single
     Thing
My heart
     Was meant to sing
     In a chorus—
     I’m not a solo-artist
I’ve got no side project
My body was meant to be by breathers like me
And it’s no wonder why
     This only bystander
     Feels empty
     Without someone to stand by

But please stand by
     Because this broadcast is about to change—
This is a public service announcement
     To all whom with I have exchanged:
I believe that One is with me
     Who indeed has never gone
He’s never left or rejected
     These principles that I stand on
My soul has been surrounded
And my mind has many friends
His Spirit always seems to be
     Where mine, He packages and sends
My heart plays strings
     In a band of glorious things
     And it sings and it sings and it sings
Of what my God has done
My body, broken by the Son
     Has been reborn
     And filled with holy company
That stands by me
     Before I ever went to bed alone
He is the sheets that cover me
     And the light that fills my home