Home

I'm sick as hell

I'm sick from spitting words

And I'm home again

I'm glad I got here first

And I heard

You got it all figured it out

It seems that you found better things

Since I moved down south

And its hard

To see your name right now

And whatcha doing on friday?

Lights in that town

And I'd hope

You'd call me if you're feeling down

Maybe thing's would've been better

If I had you around

I'm standing still

While you move along

I miss the feeling of

Us in high school halls

And I try

But you can't seem to pick up your phone

I just feel so much better when I know you're alone

And it's cold

Back where we're from

And you say that you're trying

But thats never enough

And I'll pretend

I've got nothing left to say

Yeah I miss you to death

Guess I'll see you around some day