What if we lived in the same town?
What would happen then?
I picture you in your black coat,
Wishing you never left.
Throat closing, waving from across the street
Heartbroken, you still got a piece of me.
I tiptoed alone to your wooden room
I felt you changing in an afternoon
We left it open
Kept the pages clean
I never wanted to let you go
I still see you coming home.
I held my breath on the river
We were supposed to be good
You were trapped in the darkness
I wanted to help you get out of that mess.
My suitcase was heavier than I thought it'd be
I looked back
and felt tears falling.
From this side I can hold it better now.
You were wrong
You were right...
I still see you coming home
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
What if we lived in the same town?
What would happen then?
I picture you in your black coat,
Wishing you never left.
Throat closing, waving from across the street
Heartbroken, you still got a piece of me.
I tiptoed alone to your wooden room
I felt you changing in an afternoon
We left it open
Kept the pages clean
I never wanted to let you go
I still see you coming home.
I held my breath on the river
We were supposed to be good
You were trapped in the darkness
I wanted to help you get out of that mess.
My suitcase was heavier than I thought it'd be
I looked back
and felt tears falling.
From this side I can hold it better now.
You were wrong
You were right...
I still see you coming home
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