We Lost Our Home
Tyler Kershaw
I don't want you
It’s no fair that I can't bring you
If I could go across I'd keep it inside
This was the last lie
You swore this was the last time
But the first half was so hard…
So I'll melt again
I had a feeling I'd felt again
I had this reason to know that I'd slowly choose to walk away again
I'm mad as hell
I'm standing at your back door and I'm waiting for you to come out
What do you need, for me to get clean?
And for the cuts on all your fingers to melt?
Yeah you'll get them back
I don’t get you
“How could they fucking like you?”
You talk about the safety of being alone
I wish that you’d talk more about coming home again
Yeah, we’ll get them back