The worst part is going home
to a house full of junk and memories
but no warmth, no soul,
When she asked if I had to go home
I asked myself the same question
because this isn’t really home
not the one I want, anyway
This is just the house I live in
I don’t really have a home
the closest thing that I still have
is wherever those two are
and I worry about the day
they find out just what they mean
and don’t return the feeling…