If you ever show up at my door
I promise i will not ignore
All the ways you made this couch a throne
All the ways you left this grouch alone
I hear stories told about the truth
About stories of our missing youth
And the ways we lived inside our homes
And the ways we paid back all the loans
Sometimes i think
I can tell that you are here
But sometimes when i blink
I can hear you disappear
If you ever show yourself to me
I promise i will try to be
All the ways i have always been
All the ways i have always been