She met me at the airport with my little baby girls I mumbled something slurry like I would As if I’d been around the world Or just had one too many drinks
I think I slept on the way home and gave them all a kiss But in a dream I stumbled and I woke up To the smell of smoke and piss Or is it this clothes I’m in?
It’s all the same when I get back home I feel I’m somewhere that belongs to us And in the end when you kiss me I know that it’s more than just trust
I write about these little things that mean so much to me I feel like such a selfish prick at times like this I guess that I can be What can I say, I’m sorry?
It’s all the same when I get back home I feel I’m somewhere that belongs to us And in the end when you kiss me I know that it’s more than just trust