Keeping Home
Homebody (Rock)
Still, the one turning to the machine
My body’s sore (a toll from all of the mistakes)
Left you swimming
Times of daylight convinced you to stay
Apart from sense
Deliberately pushed you away
Lips, glued into terrible shapes
Demanded so violently just to be left a lone
Damp from the sweat that gathered
In order to take the place of clothes
(denied and thrown onto the floor)
Could this be home?
