This is the first time I've felt alone since that night.
It's not because he's sleeping, it's not because my heart is straying.
But all my words run in circles, and lately those circles have been so small,
What am I doing here, in this house,
I wish it were a little more empty,
A little louder,
a little less judgmental.
I want to walk out the door and watch my step,
Not stay inside and watch tongue.
I don't want a lie for everything that makes me smile,
Or a chain to everything that confines me.