I walk through the door,

So tired and sore,

I hole up in my room,

And listen to my emo gloom,

Then a new sound gets my attention,

I answer it with the darkest of intentions,

Your voice is like verbal Advil,

And washes away all thats ill,

It brings a smile to my face,

As I listen to it change pace,

Your voice always seems like home,

So much brighter then the things I've been shown,

Everytime we say goodbye,

I die a little inside,

I hear it deep in the night,

And I wonder how when you talk it feels right,

I curl up and feel so alone,

And wait till the day you call me home.