I have plans of leaving here.
I've got my passport being processed,
And job applications waiting to be called on.
I've found a basement apartment
(Which are very expensive in Toronto,)
And I know the bus routes,
But I'll probably just get a bike.
I found all of this while you were gone.
I'm not sure of the connection,
But I'm confident in claiming
That I'm only here because of you.
You left for two weeks,
And I found a new life.
You're home for a day,
And I reconsider.
You're home for a week,
And I loathe the idea of leaving.
You stayed home tonight,
And I loathed not having left.