I hear your foot steps. That's how I know your home.
If wasn't for that I would never know you're close.
You drum your fingers, that's how I know you're in front of me.
We don't talk at all at the table cause we're no longer how we used to be.
You hold your breath when we start arguing because you know what's about to come.
Don't worry, I won't yell and my energy to fight is already gone.
But you still keep your habit of pointing your finger just as you point out my flaws
But you know, even that is not like it was before.