Every time I come home I feel so much older
Maybe Milwaukee ages us
Makes us anxious stressed
Worries us

Milwaukee shows me my lonely because I'm always left
Home alone with just the dogs and
Even when everyone (the three of us) are all here
We stay away from each other
Silence
When its broken with a strangers laughter its odd
As if they're too loud
"I haven't seen your mom in forever"
"It's so quiet"
"Where is everyone?"

She's either upstairs or gone
Yeah just me and the pups really
They leave, never telling me where they're going

It's funny when we're young our families are so quick to establish good memories of family love and tradition within us, building a positive foundation
But these days each holiday becomes questionable
It's like the idea of family is dwindling
I panic when I think of who will be at my Thanksgiving dinner one day...