We all die alone
So why care so much about living with someone else?
Maybe it’s because I’m getting older that I don’t understand
Once a week, every week, I would see you
And it would make mine
Don’t you want to be something better than you were?
And don’t you want to be something better than we are?
You came back home
You always said you’d come back changed
I know it’s not the east coast
I know it’s not the heat