When You’re Home

Like asking an oyster to cough up the pearl
The prying only makes it shut tighter
You, my friend, are a prize fighter
Trapped in a house of mirrors

While I indulge in pointless speculation
You imagine endless confrontation
Ghosts at every turn
And pounding those demons to dust you yearn
To learn
To trust

You're out of town
Or even just out of the room
And I pretend this disconnected feeling will end when you reappear
But my friend
It's increasingly clear
I miss you more whеn you're here

You'rе out of time
And have to catch a plane
So keep it light
No swimming in the deep end tonight
Grab another beer and you might
Mutter something real in my ear
I miss you more when you're here

Time won't buy your trust
And I can't seem to earn it
You won't help build this bridge
And I can't seem to burn it

It's hard to know where to go next
When there's so much more subtext than text

Look at them
All out of breath from racing to get to you first
They whisper sweet
In hopes of maybe finding a treat behind the veneer
Why compete?

It's safer away from that storm
At least it's consistently warm
My heart may be sore when you disappear
But I miss you more
When you're here