Cold, the fires burning low and I'm alone. Theres time to kill and I know I havent been myself lately, yeah maybe I should say out loud I'm lost. And stop, stop pretending I will be just fine. Dusting over every single line I used to see, is something permanently keeping out the dark. I cannot remember the last time I was home. I thought that I could find you, or finally let go. I cannot remember the last time I felt safe. I thought if I could find you and hear you say my name, I could go back home. No, they say they understand, but its a lie. Theyre too damn deep in comforting and all I want is something less, obsessed with over chasing every crime. I cannot remember the last time I was home. I thought that I could find you, or finally let go. I cannot remember the last time I felt safe. I thought if I could find you and hear you say my name, I could go back home.