The Long Way Home

Part 1 - Going Home

Step after step, I’ll gather up a pace

A momentum of momentum, then I’ll quickly retrace

To shoulder his burden, I’d rather not know

By the long way home, I’d rather not go

He waits by his phone and by the time I get home

He’ll pack up his bags, cause it’s time to get going

With his seeds of depression, by his inevitable end

I’m left alone, let down, disappointed again

It’s like slowly falling inwards, but downward breaking

He’s been slowly corrupted and I’m surely mistaken

It’s his withering smile on his collapsible spine

That’s fucking me over time after time

Part 2 - Waiting at Home

Word after word, I can gather up a smile

He’s pleasant for a moment before he turns hostile

Says he’s weathered another bout of soulful pain

But the truth in his words start to strain

I still wait by the door, hoping for more

But the minutes together are always such a chore

I’m fucked if I need him and damned when I don’t

I should demand more but he knows that I wont

I try slowly moving forwards from this heart that’s aching

He’s corrupted this flesh with the liberties he’s been taking

I’m withering away under an unthinkable crime

If I don’t escape, it will kill me in time

Part 3 - Leaving Home

This pain I sustain has been and gone

The worst things in life are much better on the run

Into any other world, I would rather tune

I hope that this ends, I think it might soon

Could I ever estimate another measure of a man?

I’ve been slow to recover, slow to understand

This home is broken down lonely in a world full of lies

Hiding behind some woeful disguise

I’m slowly walking into the mess he’s been making

No more façade, the seems are breaking

He sits with his withering smile on his collapsible spine

He says he can’t remember what happened last time