Making Home Lyrics

Don't you know it's cold out, get inside, you'll come around

Never saw you leave, tell me why you're out there anyhow

When I beg, and I plead, for my mind to make me bleed

Closed off

Enough

Put up with the dread, that you'd might have never made it back

Just another page, in the journal of my heart attacks

And I check, every crack for a pathway out this wreck

I will fight, till I die

Cause your smile, it shines so bright

Find another way now

Day by day I follow all the same routines

And I believe in following what makes you dream

And I saw the sights that made me scream

All the nights, I feel you flail

Try to help, to no avail

But still, I will

Lately I'm afraid

That baby, it's too late (lately I'm afraid)

Lately I'm afraid (lately I'm afraid)

That baby, it's too late (lately I'm afraid)

I never really see you dancing

I never really heard your strings at all

I better give a good reaction

To everything I never want at all

Hide another page from your eyes and think it's good like that

But I could fill a book with the pages that I never meant

You never really see me dancing

You never really hear my keys at all

And all of this dissatisfaction

We never really wanted this for us