i know you're leaving me
last night you stood behind me
and despite habit my paranoia was fading
it was okay that you were right there
and when your hands reached up to my shoulders
i could feel them like the weight of all the lies i’ve told before
i promise not to say anything i don’t mean
sometimes i go too long without seeing your face
it starts to fade away
and i’m just sure i’m fading too
just when i start to miss you so bad
i get to see you, hopefully
you’re such a beautiful girl
why does one of us always have to go home?