I try to stay busy. I do the dishes, I mow the lawn. I try to keep myself occupied, even though I know you're not coming home. I try to keep the house nice and neat. Make my bed, I change the sheets. I even learned how to use the washing machine. Keeping things clean doesn't change anything.
I dreamed about killing you again last night
And it felt alright to me
Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies
I sat and watched you bleed
Buried you alive in a fireworks display
Raining down on me
You cold, hot blood ran away from me
To the sea
What am I gonna do when I run out of shirts to fold? What am I gonna do when I run out of lawn to mow? What am I gonna do if you never come home? Tell me, what am I gonna do?
Idk what you're on about, but please continue OP
>>28643112
>Keeping things clean doesn't change anything.
you have a better chance of being happy if you keep yourself and your place clean
>>28643282
Are the other lyrics from Wilco songs too?
I caught myself thinking. I caught myself thinking once again. Have to try to keep my mind out of this. Try not to pretend. I'll check the phone. I'll check the mail. I'll check the phone again, I call your mom. She says you're not there.
I try to stay busy. I take out the trash, I sweep the floor. Try to keep myself occupied. Cause I know you don't live here anymore
I painted my name on the back of a leaf,
And I watched it float away.
The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages
Was all I tried to save.
But the wind blew me back via Chicago
In the middle of the night,
And all without fight,
At the crush of veils and starlight.
I know I'll make it back
One of these days and turn on your TV,
To watch a man with a face like mine
Being chased down a busy street.
When he gets caught, I wont get up,
And I wont go to sleep.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Via Chicago.
>>28643112
You're good enough. You can find somebody else, who was 1000x better than she ever was. I promise.
Op I feel your pain she's gone now it's time we move on and let the pain eat us alive
All I can be is a busy sea of
spinning wheels and hands that feel
for stones to throw and feet that run but
they come back home, make no difference
ever known, make no difference
ever known to me
If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you
There's a young girl screaming
all the way in the back
poor kid, she never saw it coming
now we know, we've been had
