We Were Your Home

I find it hard to say your name,

to fall asleep, to play this game.

It's so damn hard, but I still try.

I don't want pity. Let me die.

Feed this hunger in my mind

for anybody to be kind.

They don't know or understand,

but you don't either. Take my hand.
I want to show you things I've done,

and things I've heard and things I've won.

But none of it means a thing to me.

You don't remember what to be.

After you left, you called me the man.

The man of the house, and when you began

to talk about the future you saw

I feared it was far away from us all.

I still don't know what to expect.

The shock is all gone, so I reset.

This pain is new, this pain is real,

and I don't know what to do when I feel

like the world's on my back and the burden's on my shoulders.

This is something I should never have to do until I'm older

but life has a way of hatred

but life has a way of shame

but life has a way of murder

but life thinks it's all a game.

I can't talk seriously. I swear I'll cry.

I can't and laugh though. 'Cause I might die.

You think that I don't see.

I do.

You think I don't understand.

I still do.

You think that I don't know what the future could hold.

I do.

I don't wanna tell anybody.

But I do.

I don't wanna make them feel the same stuff that I do.

Yet I do.

And I don't wanna write stupid poems about stupid emotions that I won't remember when I wake up tomorrow.

Still. I do.

And I just want you to come back home.

But you haven't.

Come back home

Please don't cry

Come inside

Don't say goodbye

Come back home

Please, please stay

I can't live

Another day

So come back home

Come inside

Take my hand

Don't say you tried

Come back home

Please, please stay

Any way

And every day.

Come back home