Keep Me In Your Thoughts, Don't Disappear

Do me a solid and throw your flares in the air every now and then, so I can scour the western horizon and know that you're still fighting the good fight. My overpour of emotion always makes people react differently, but I've become more adept in accepting it as the fiber that stitches me together. I also know when to rapidly punch the off button. Both have been valuable tools in times past, and I expect their usefulness in the future. I just recognize your smile and I'm golden.