Lonelier Back Home
Lonelier Back Home: A Tale of Unrequited Longing
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They used to tell me where you'd been
People used to inform me about your whereabouts
And all the hijinks you'd been in
Details about the mischievous or playful activities you were involved in
At the slightest touch you'd blow your top
You would easily become angry or upset with just a slight touch
And I'd be the one too pick you up
I would be the one to console or support you after such episodes
Yeah I know it's only in my mind
Recognizing that the thoughts are in my mind, not necessarily a reality
Cause you're the one who leaves me every time
You are the one who consistently leaves me, suggesting a pattern
We used to pretend you could drink
We used to pretend that you could handle alcohol
So under the table we'd all sink
Engaging in drinking activities, possibly unsuccessfully hidden
Your rapier wit, your killing glare
Your sharp intelligence and intimidating gaze
You laid us all to waste just with your stare
You defeated or overpowered everyone with just your look
And I know it's all my make believe
Acknowledging that these scenarios are a product of imagination
Cause you're the one who waits for breath from me
You are the one who depends on my support and presence
I know it's lonely where you've gone
Acknowledging the loneliness of the place you've gone to
Believe me it's lonelier back home
Expressing that it's even lonelier at the speaker's home without you
Sparkling pearls, evening gown
Describing elegant and beautiful qualities, possibly metaphorical
I'd draw a smile right upon your frown
Trying to bring joy or positivity to your difficult moments
I'd thank you every time you helped me
Expressing gratitude for the unrequested help you provided
Although you never asked it of me
Despite your assistance, you never asked for anything in return
Yeah I know it's just my make believe
Acknowledging that the positive aspects are imaginary
Cause you're the one who waits for breath from me
You are the one who relies on my presence and support
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