I'm sleeping on the sofa under a blanket at 3:42pm and yeah I'm quite warm but I left the door open for you
The house is cooling down, the door has been open for five weeks now but thank God I've learned to set a fire on my own
The fire is fading because it is snowing through the door even though it's almost April and everything outside is grey just like your eyes
We were never good at promises, or letting go, or staying, or maintaining the right temperature for us, or maybe even being together
But I'm not closing the door
You said you'd come home
this is **** and he didn't promise he'd be here and i've always been good at assuming things about him, i just assumed he'd make time for me and he's going away again tonight