Your birthday gift still lays on the corner of my second drawer, untouched
I reach for it sometimes with my shaking clammy hands to grab it
You never took it with you even though it was yours
You used to say i can wear it thinking it was yours and you gave it to me
But it didn't have that sentiment it never will
Not when it didn't touch your skin
Not when it doesn't know how you feel like
Not when it doesn't know how it feels to belong to you and so it's never home
And if you ask me I haven't been in my home for a while as well