if you would come back home

i've run out of words to write about you
no more memories to make
but when i try to think back on the happy times
nothing comes to mind
because when i write about you
i write about who i wanted you to be
or who i wished we were
not about what actually was
because what actually was
never lived up to what i wished
so i think this is the last time
these words will be about you
but if you would come back home
i could fix you lunch or
take you out for coffee
and though i wouldn't drink it
we could work on making memories
if you would come back home
i swear it would be better
and maybe i'd have something to write about

listening to: if you would come back home by william fitzsimmons