Making Home

Don't you know it's cold out, get inside, you'll come around
Never saw you leave, tell me why you're out there anyhow
When I beg, and I plead, for my mind to make me bleed
Closed off
Enough

Put up with the dread, that you'd might have never made it back
Just another page, in the journal of my heart attacks
And I check, every crack for a pathway out this wreck
I will fight, till I die
Cause your smile, it shines so bright

Find another way now
Day by day I follow all the same routines
And I believe in following what makes you dream
And I saw the sights that made me scream
All the nights, I feel you flail
Try to help, to no avail
But still, I will

Lately I'm afraid
That baby, it's too late (lately I'm afraid)
Lately I'm afraid (lately I'm afraid)
That baby, it's too late (lately I'm afraid)

I never really see you dancing
I never really heard your strings at all
I better give a good reaction
To everything I never want at all

Hide another page from your eyes and think it's good like that
But I could fill a book with the pages that I never meant

You never really see me dancing
You never really hear my keys at all
And all of this dissatisfaction
We never really wanted this for us