home

I live in an empty house,
There are people here,
But it's still empty.
I'm never enough,
I'm never wanted,
Never appreciated.
The TV echoes in my bedroom,
I turn to smile at someone who isn't there.

Because he's gone home.

Who knows how long for,
A week, a month maybe;
Maybe he'll come back tomorrow.
243 miles away,
He could be on the moon,
For all I know.

He's gone home.

I can't complain,
Is it shallow?
There was a death in the family,
And he missed the funeral
Because of me,
Because of our holiday.
Is it too much to ask,
Just for a text?
I know he's not where he said he was.
Facebook's a bitch.
He's out drinking with ex-girlfriends,
Not comforting his mum.

That's where he's at home.

I know he needs to be there,
I know he has to be a good son.
But does he ignore her too?
His stripper on the side.
I wonder if he's ignoring her too.
I doubt it.
I want him to come back to me,
I'll fix it again,

Because he is where I'm at home.