When I get home, will we get lunch we said?
Even though I haven't texted you back yet
Am I still there in the thoughts inside your head?
Even though I know there's not much of me left
Is it useless, making scenarios in my head of talking to you?
I'm trying to figure out what to do
I'm all smoked out, just watching the days go by
And wondering if we'll get lunch
'Cause I'm hoping I still matter to you
I know it's my fault, I write bad poetry
But it doesn't make my words any less true
It's been so long since I saw your name on my phone
All I see now is the clock ticking by since the last time you messaged me
And I said, I know I'll be less than alright just trying to keep a straight face
And I know I'll be better off here just lying about talking to you
When I get home...
When I get home...