Can't Come Home

It's already two o'clock and ten
Pretend it ran

The sheets are warm and soft and wrinkled white
In my empty bed
And I only miss you when I'm never around
I wanna be closer when the sun goes down
I'm counting your constellation stars
In foreign skies

I get so many funny paper cuts
All over my hands
I tried the language I'll never know quite like
The back of your hand
Speaking to plastic and imagine your eyes
Can't smell your skin no matter how hard I try
And no one's solution fits our crime
But yours and mine

And I can't come home again
And I can't come home again
Again

The sun only rises in the east for a while
A solar explosion matching your smile
Crossing our home town finish line
In record time