you're the light from outside that creeps through the cracks where the door doesn't meet the frame and shines in our eyes reminding us of the sleep that we've yet to take the floorboards creek under the weight of hesitation as we shift our weight from your self-righteous indignation
and it's so sweet of you to embellish the truth but you'll never have more to come home to then the lies in light of those who pity you
take a good look around from your sickbed your well-wishers must seem so sincere but these hospital grounds are long with your stay, either die or take the cure your ship-to-shore is good for little as you've shown us you'd stay alone at sea just to claim that no one noticed
and it's so sweet of you to embellish the truth (for us, the chosen few) but you'll never have more to come home to than your lies in light of those who pity you
everyone is a home unto themselves but you'll never be home until you become a home to someone else