sad

A stranger’s bed

It starts to feel like living in a hotel room, 

Living every night without a goodnight from you.

I wonder when you’ll come and take me home,

I beg you to come and take me home.

Like there’s but one rational approach

You say no; you’re unreachable 

On a long, long trip away.

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