|
She met me at the airport with my little baby girls |
|
I mumbled something slurry like |
|
I wouldAs if |
|
I'd been around the world |
|
Or just had one too many drinks |
|
I think I slept on the way home and gave them all a kiss |
|
But in a dream |
|
I stumbled and |
|
I woke upTo the smell of smoke and piss |
|
Or is it this clothes |
|
I'm in?It's all the same when |
|
I get back home |
|
I feel I'm somewhere that belongs to us |
|
And in the end when you kiss me |
|
I know that it's more than just trust |
|
I write about these little things that mean so much to me |
|
I feel like such a selfish prick at times like this |
|
I guess that |
|
I can beWhat can |
|
I say, I'm sorry? |
|
It's all the same when |
|
I get back home |
|
I feel I'm somewhere that belongs to us |
|
And in the end when you kiss me |
|
I know that it's more than just trust |