Come Home

Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done
Anyhow
I made myself some coffee and I listened to the rain rattling leaves, yeah
I told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper
For a long, long time
Stuck inside your dream so long, it wears you down and grows you old
And that's a fact
Cold light comes to clear the fog away from time to time
But it'll be back soon
I used to think that justice had to rule for happy lives
But now I'm not so sure at all

Come home
Why don't you come home?
I could not remember why you left
And I'd rather been happy than right this time

Called my dad to check in and to maybe find some common sense, more or less
He says, "Common sense is such a scam", and I'm like "Dad, what do you mean?"
He says, "You're either wrong or right and life will go on either way, whatever you chose"
But I know

That anger's all right
Bitterness, no
Cold, uncontrollable, sad, and unable to let go
And it should be as easy as telling a scab from a scar
Well, I don't know
Well, I don't know
Well, I don't know
Well, I don't know
Well, I don't know
Well, I don't know

Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done