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You have your own life I know, but show up you should
I’m disappointed, my vision blurs alone on the curb
Eight weeks since and it’s still the same
“Something just came up, I’m so sorry”
And maybe I’ve got needs that you can’t cure
But I’m waiting by the phone until I’m sure
Love like statistics, I’ve got a head full of hell alone in my thoughts
Kill the subject; refine the joke, which ever prompts response
In the moments you laugh it’s still not enough
You miss me, you can’t mean that
And maybe you’ve got needs that I can’t cure
We sleep in separate houses
A Guarded head shapes the face and heart
So loss ain’t bad
I’m trading processing for sleep
So it don’t seem sad that I’m losing you
Blotch the face, blood vessels
Broken heart and canvas skin
Write it all out you won’t ever quite describe it
Loaned to father for weekends and given back without the interest
Trivialize memories, dumb it down to make it fit
Syllables, grammatical, read and rewrite for the reader
All the bitter nights in my room alone
They won’t know all my secret problems
Or the love that overcame us both
An untold twenty-two year story
So it’s one tale and then another, I was saying earlier
A Guarded head shapes the face and heart
So loss ain’t bad
I’m trading processing for sleep
So it don’t seem sad that I’m losing you
When are you coming home
I’m disappointed, my vision blurs alone on the curb
Eight weeks since and it’s still the same
“Something just came up, I’m so sorry”
And maybe I’ve got needs that you can’t cure
But I’m waiting by the phone until I’m sure
Love like statistics, I’ve got a head full of hell alone in my thoughts
Kill the subject; refine the joke, which ever prompts response
In the moments you laugh it’s still not enough
You miss me, you can’t mean that
And maybe you’ve got needs that I can’t cure
We sleep in separate houses
A Guarded head shapes the face and heart
So loss ain’t bad
I’m trading processing for sleep
So it don’t seem sad that I’m losing you
Blotch the face, blood vessels
Broken heart and canvas skin
Write it all out you won’t ever quite describe it
Loaned to father for weekends and given back without the interest
Trivialize memories, dumb it down to make it fit
Syllables, grammatical, read and rewrite for the reader
All the bitter nights in my room alone
They won’t know all my secret problems
Or the love that overcame us both
An untold twenty-two year story
So it’s one tale and then another, I was saying earlier
A Guarded head shapes the face and heart
So loss ain’t bad
I’m trading processing for sleep
So it don’t seem sad that I’m losing you
When are you coming home
Lyrics submitted by benerfritted
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i agree with the 'broken family' theory
You have your own life I know, but show up you should I�m disappointed, my vision blurs alone on the curb
Eight weeks since and it�s still the same �Something just came up, I�m so sorry� -hasn't seen his father in eight weeks, because he keeps making excuses about things 'coming up', his apologies mean nothing.
And maybe I�ve got needs that you can�t cure But I�m waiting by the phone until I�m sure -the mother talking to the ex, saying maybe its her fault because she wasn't enough for him, but shae still waits for him to call and ask if he can come home.
Love like statistics, I�ve got a head full of hell alone in my thoughts Kill the subject; refine the joke, which ever prompts response In the moments you laugh it�s still not enough You miss me, you can�t mean that -the mother or son speaking, saying they try o explain it simply when people ask why the parents aren't together
And maybe you�ve got needs that I can�t cure We sleep in separate houses -the mother again
A Guarded head shapes the face and heart So loss ain�t bad I�m trading processing for sleep So it don�t seem sad that I�m losing you -again, the son or mother, saying that they've built up an immunity to feeling hurt when they lose someone, all because of the father.
Blotch the face, blood vessels Broken heart and canvas skin Write it all out you won�t ever quite describe it -he tries to write it in a song, but he can't ever 'quite describe' the feeling of unimportance. breaks his heart that his father gave up his family, possibly for another woman.
Loaned to father for weekends and given back without the interest -his father has weekend visits, but brings him back to his mum, with no problem.
Trivialize memories, dumb it down to make it fit Syllables, grammatical, read and rewrite for the reader -again, trying to describe what its like to explain the divorce to others
All the bitter nights in my room alone They won�t know all my secret problems -the mother is bitter, but tries to hide her problems so people don't see she's falling apart?
Or the love that overcame us both -either the love between the mother and father, or the father and another woman, that drove them to divorce?
An untold twenty-two year story -they've been having marriage problems for the length of their son's life, maybe they tried to keep it together for him?
So it�s one tale and then another, I was saying earlier -keep making excuses and stories, trying to justify the divorce without making it seem as bad as it is.
A Guarded head shapes the face and heart So loss ain�t bad I�m trading processing for sleep So it don�t seem sad that I�m losing you
When are you coming home -i picture the son saying this to his father, he just wants things to be okay again.
thats what i get from it anyway. this song is absolutely beautiful.