if you ever show up at my door
i promise i will not ignore
all the ways you made this couch a throne
all the ways you left this grouch alone

i hear stories told about the truth
about stories of our missing youth
and the ways we lived inside our homes
and the ways we paid back all the loans

sometimes i think
i can tell that you are here
but sometimes when i blink
i can hear you disappear

if you ever show yourself to me
i promise i will try to be
all the ways i have always been
all the ways i have always been