Come Home

Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done
 Anyhow
 I made myself some coffee and I listened to the rain rattling leaves, yeah
 I told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper
 For a long, long time
 Stuck inside your dream so long, it wears you down and grows you old
 And that's a fact
 Cold light comes to clear the fog away from time to time
 But it'll be back soon
 I used to think that justice had to rule for happy lives
 But now I'm not so sure at all
 Come home
 Why don't you come home?
 I could not remember why you left
 And I'd rather been happy than right this time
 Called my dad to check in and to maybe find some common sense, more or less
 He says, "Common sense is such a scam", and I'm like "Dad, what do you mean?"
 He says, "You're either wrong or right and life will go on either way, whatever you chose"
 But I know
 That anger's all right
 Bitterness, no
 Cold, uncontrollable, sad, and unable to let go
 And it should be as easy as telling a scab from a scar
 Well, I don't know
 Well, I don't know
 Well, I don't know
 Well, I don't know
 Well, I don't know
 Well, I don't know
 Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done