I’m home again.
The lights never left on.
She hopes that I wont ever find my way back.
I enter…
The TV is left on
She’s watching it just like when I left.
In these days…
No one will listen.
And I can see here, it’s no different.
I can vanish tonight and I’m not sure if she will ever know.
I can eat the barrel tonight and I’m not sure if she will clean up what
spills.
So kill the lights,
And fill my pockets with lead,
So maybe I’ll sleep better tonight.
There’s a sound.
A dull hum from the den.
And she’ll be watching until I wake again.
And this is it.
This is every night.
I’m not sure if it will ever change.
written by Morze/Bera
