Never at home
And I let my life go
Writing home about the shit I've never done
(Now) ive fucked this letter (up) writing things I wanna say.
Another thrown away, starting over on this blank stationary.
I ponder things about my day
My head finds little sleep, cause I'm hanging on to every fleeting misery, and ever drop of grief.
I sway like a wind blown candle flame
As I wait for the phone to ring
(Even though) I'm not brave enough to answer
What's a coward have to say?
I'm not brave enough to answer.
Who's the coward anyway?
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