I’m Not At Home

I’m Not At Home

I’m staring at the ceiling,

Counting the knots in the wood,

Wishing to be somewhere else,

I’m wishing I could be someone else.

I may be in a house,

But I’m not at home.

I miss you now,

So I’m not at a home,

Yeah, this house isn’t a home.

There’s an unspoken unwelcome,

That lingers in the walls,

Wishing to be somewhere else,

I’m wishing I could be someone else.

I may be in a house,

But I’m not at home.

I miss you now,

So I’m not at a home,

Yeah, this house isn’t a home.

Misery and anger,

In a mellifluous discord.

I’m not home,

Not home.

I may be in a house,

But I’m not at home.

I miss you now,

So I’m not at a home,

Yeah, this house isn’t a home.

You said it could be,

You said you would stay.

Then you left,

You fucking liar!

I may be in a house,

But I’m not at home.

I miss you now,

So I’m not at a home,

Yeah, this house isn’t a home.

It never will be.

Never can be.