Home

You're here with me in this moment,

But I see nothing in your eyes, 'cept distance.

I shut them out, retreat to darkness,

And nothing changes, we don't want it.

Here we are,

A place called hell.

Two in bed,

But both alone.

Here I am,

My prison cell.

I know it well,

A place called home.

Your hands say more than your expressions,

I hear nothing in your voice, 'cept distance.

I'm all second glances, and you're all silence,

And nothing changes, I don't want it.