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Come Home to Me

Come Home to Me

She said
It used to excite me
All the words you lived for
How you shared them with others
But now I need more
If my best chance to reach you
Is a poetic turn
Guess I’ll find an analogy
To express my concern

You’re like a firework, baby
You only light up outside
I ain’t seen you shinin’
Since the Fourth of July
Out there in the big world
You’re something to see
But your spark’s all but burnt out
When you come home to me

She said
I study your displays
For some fleeting insight
To the man who won’t say much
At dinner each night
I’m tired of loving
In these grayscale hues
No matter how I try
I can’t light your fuse

You’re like a firework, baby
You only light up outside
I ain’t seen you shinin’
Since the Fourth of July
Out there in the big world
You’re something to see
But your spark’s all but burnt out
When you come home to me

I was so dumb then, I swore she was wrong
She left with my heart, all I got’s the song

You’re like a firework, baby
You only light up outside
I ain’t seen you shinin’
Since the Fourth of July
Out there in the big world
You’re something to see
But your spark’s all but burnt out
When you come home to me

Come home to me (I’ll change)
Come home to
Please come home to me
Baby, come home to me

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