For the better part of the past year, I’ve been staring across the room
hoping you’d come into view.
And just when you do, I get too scared to move.
It only goes to prove that I’m the only reason why I’m stuck here
A thousand miles from home, it’s still weighing me down.
And I’m scared that while I’m drowned in static,
the phone will ring and i won’t hear it.
Now I’m going home, but what good is home if I don’t feel at it?