I'm not at home.

With you.

Without you.

I look over to you

and see nothing.

Not a space for me.

No room in sight.

I'm not at home.

Where the gentle mix

of laundry detergent,

cheap vanillla candles and

disappointment

envelope me in a warm

cacoon.

Protecting me from my self.

Where i have a room.

Where i have a space

to do battle with my sins

A place to come out with my soul rejuventated

Will i fuck up again?

There is no restart

With you.

Without you.

There is no dispatch to call.

To save me.

I look at you and see nothing.

No space.

No room.

Im not at home.