Songs I Write | VIII

The Walk Home

Playing jester
Minor things fester
Passed two Decembers
And it stopped being funny
Holding hands while we
Walked back slowly
It made us happy
But I guess not forever

Now you scream and curse
'Cause the walking home hurts
And my feet can't physically reach your step
I mumble my words
'Cause the walking home hurts
And you're breathing so loudly, all patience we forget

Cleaning, cleansing
Seaming, mending
Past defending
Lose track of when it's ending
We used to crack up
Believe we'd found love
We missed for twenty years
I guess we're still counting

Now you scream and curse
'Cause the walking home hurts
And my feet can't physically reach your step
I mumble my words
'Cause the walking home hurts
And you're breathing so loudly, all patience we forget

You used to get excited
I used to find it romantic
You used to stay up late just to catch a glimpse of my face
And we'd talk till the sun came up without implementing guilt
What happened to excitement?
What happened to happy surprises?
Is it the price to pay for falling so comfortably onto your thigh
Like a shelter dog getting picked up for the first time?

Don't put me down
Don't put me down
(I don't want to put you down)
Don't put me down
(I don't want to put you down)
Don't put me down

Now you scream and curse
'Cause the walking home hurts
And my feet can't physically reach your step
I mumble my words
'Cause the walking home hurts
And you're breathing so loudly, all patience we forget