From the recording The Place That You Call Home

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Lyrics

She doesn’t see you like she used to. You’re not a problem to solve nor an answer she can cling to. She burns the midnight oil in the form of light from her computer screen. An empty glass in the morning, last night’s ice now a solid white ring.

She hates being kissed on the head. She scrunches her eyes and her shoulders and says, I’m doing fine right here, and I’ll be even better this time next year. She doesn’t hear you like she used to.

You either mumble now or there’s a wall you can’t get through. In your dreams you can’t move or speak and you feel you are dreaming now. Your muscles stunned and responses weak; you wanna talk but you aren’t sure how.

She hates being woken in the night. She rubs her eyes like a child about to fight. She says, I’m doing fine right here, and I’ll be even better this time next year.

How many times have you said I’m finally happy. And how many times have you realized you’re not? The trick is in remembering all that you forgot, so grab her arm by the wrist and run until you can’t stop. Grab her arm by the wrist and run until you can’t stop.

She hates being told what to do. There’s a fire in her eyes and you see it burning, too. She hates being told what to do. She sees red through her eyes, and you see it burning, too. She says, I’m doing fine right here, and I’ll be even better this time next year. Oh I’m doing fine right here. And I’ll be even better this time next year.