I lay my head down
On this uncomfortable couch
& try to find ways to make it
Through this last week.

Four months of sleepless nights
Has passed me by alongside
Two seasons but I swear
This year was different.

Its like the weather had no transition
It felt like just yesterday
That I held my chin to my chest
In efforts to keep out the Wisconsin snow

Now its the end of June
& the grass is green again
But I have this lingering feeling
That I have over stayed my welcome

I'll soon return to the valleys of California
Where she waits for me just like she has
For too **** long but she tells herself
One more week & I'll be home

I know I don't belong here
So I lay on this couch & try
To find ways to make it
Through this very last week...

Four months of sleepless nights
& a whole summer to make up for
All the days we spent apart

A whole summer to make up for
Every
Lonely
Week.