I don't say this for myself
I say it for all the moms hoping you come home
I say this for the dad's screaming out for your return
As the clock strikes double digits
Those eyes grow restless
As your bed starts to turn cold
As a mom cries herself to sleep
Knowing you're not going home
I say this for the friends punching themselves
for leaving with just a bye
And not even a goodbye
Cause they know
You're not coming home
I hate seeing them cry
I know it's not my place in such a space
I know you want your fun
But as those guys pull you closer to them I'll just say
Get home.