| This home has never felt so unfamiliar
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| Now that you’ve gone away
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| These ghosts echo in the empty space
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| All alone, what was once a greater picture
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| Is now a vacant frame just left to wither and wane
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| Feeling strained, crawling on my knees against this endless grain
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| And dragging feet at the expense of progress in any way
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| And it’s funny how the tables have turned and the advice that you gave me is
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| now mine to give to you
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| A mother’s love in four simple words, forever keeping me, can now keep you too
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| And even after your departure, I swear I can hear you say, «Be good, be safe.»
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| This vulnerability has left me struggling
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| Constantly moving at a pace I can’t keep
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| This house is not a home, an emptiness I can’t ignore
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| This house is not a home, I don’t belong here anymore
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| This house is not a home, an emptiness I can’t ignore
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| This house is not a home, I don’t belong here anymore
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| Well maybe they call it starting a new chapter, but I can never seem to finish
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| the last one in time
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| Now the book keeps moving forward and I am always stuck one page behind
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| But these words that you always told me still resonate inside this space
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| I’m trying to be good, I’m trying to be safe
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| This vulnerability has left me struggling
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| Constantly moving at a pace I can’t keep
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| This house is not a home, an emptiness I can’t ignore
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| This house is not a home, I don’t belong here anymore
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| This house is not a home, an emptiness I can’t ignore
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| This house is not a home, I don’t belong here anymore
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| This vulnerability has left me struggling
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| This vulnerability has left me struggling
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| Vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability |