namesake

i'm still pacing past the locked room

mistook your hat up on the coat rack for you

thought for sure you'd come home early

to be clear i've never understood a word that you said

it's fine till you arrive

til then i'd rather die

sleeping in the window

i'd rather be cold

i'd don't want to miss you come home

you always make it back

each time a little worn

and i don't want to leave it

i'm tired of the feeling

you won't believe how i sleep or how i don't

i spent the night inside your sweatshirt

it made me warm i thought the heat would bring you back

but i just slept

it's fine till you arrive

til then i'd rather die

sleeping in the window

i'd rather be cold

i'd don't want to miss you come home

you always make it back

each time a little worn

and i don't want to leave it

i'm tired of the feeling

you won't believe how i sleep or why it's

every time the door is shut

every household noise is us

and all the different floor board creaks

sound out every vowel of our name

everyone still talks to me

like i can ever reciprocate

how am i supposed to be

flattered when they're kind to me

when all i am is your namesake

you leave behind like an old nickname

i'd like to think that it's all the same

the usual business and that's just our end game

not all of us are kind enough

to wait around while you find yourself again

i'm fine when you arrive

til then i guess alive

sleeping in the window

i'd rather be cold

i'd don't want to miss you come home

you always make it back

each time a little worn out

and i don't want to leave it

i'm tired of the feeling

you won't believe how i sleep or how i don't