I will clean
The parts of you from me
Under my nails
And on my bed sheets
I just want to scream
How is it so easy
For you not to think of me
I've been writhing all week
You are clinging to your drink
I will think before i speak
And you will finally hear me
Power can be drawn
From leaving you all on your own
I am bad at staying home
You are bad at on the phone
I'm not sad that you were wrong
You will always call me home