Home

You hold me close as I stare at the ceiling

Breath syncopated with the beat of your heart

Your arms are warm but that's all that I'm feeling

I tried to pretend but it's only a matter of time

I watch the people walk out of your building

You said 7:30 and it's 8:31

You're running out shouting "Baby I'm sorry!"

I said I'd forgive you but I probably won't

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I'm on my way home

I hold my own on the phone with your mother

I don't know what you told her but she's glad that I'm home

She wants to know how the move went this summer

And I don't have to tell her but lately I'm doing alright

I'm all alone driving home from the city

The traffic is bad but it's better that way

I sing along to a song that you hated

I don't think I'll miss you but I hope you're okay

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I'm on my way home