I work the day shift
and work the night shift with you on my mind
dust covers your old wooden picture frame.
I clear away the debris and again
I'm back to where we left off
me chasing you
trying to grab your hand one more time
But I always seem to just grasp the end of your sleeve.
I sit on the curb with my hands up to my face
and remember when I drew a heart with our names in the sand
I try to figure out why this dust covers my heart with me waking up wiping it all off again.
Do I wanna let the dust build so I forget about you and you wither away?
Do I wanna sit at the table and look behind my back and not see you fumbling in the dish water?
Do I wanna go threw my laundry and find clothes you left behind?
I dont have the answer to these questions because as much as I wanted to stop you from going
I know I wasnt right for you
and I know the best thing for you was to run away without even giving me a last kiss.
But baby I miss you
and I want to set this house on fire so it doesnt smell of you.