You are not here Not at home Not comfortable But each day it starts Wake up next to me, hair's never good She'll never feels sing after darkness Leaving the ground Losing an edge I fucked up the wheels I still dream about it What will we do? With our time after this? Having two kids on traveler's checks Sleeping on planes Married by friends Taking my name with all of its debt There's a light at the edge Berries to pick This thirst that I have may never be quenched You are not here Not at home Not comfortable But each day it starts