homesick

i thought you were the demon
making sleep my fickle friend
i thought the emptiness would end
if i could only get away
what can i say?
i was too proud, or too naive
to see
that voids begin inside
and though you tried to learn this for me
lessons bore me
so i set out on my own
but even now you feel like Home
and God, it kills me leaving everything behind
you were too kind the other night
but still i had to bite my tongue
i'm seeing signs
but every one seems so unclear
'cause dear, i do still love you
always have and always will
i do still miss you, every day
but i'm okay and you seem well
the way i Fell for you last spring -
well that's the thing - i'd fall again
i don't know how to be your friend
even if circumstance allowed
and i have vowed
that i will break no hearts this time
words about making beds
and Lying
come to mind
i guess that's growing up
i guess that's letting go
i guess i thought that you should know
so there it is