I’m Not Coming Home
(Portishead, Somerset, England)
All those times I’ve told you,
I’m not coming home have been lies.
That I have said to your face,
when I knew it was out of place.
You have stopped believing it now,
because you know I wouldn’t.
For me everyday gets worst,
I feel so cursed.
But you say I deserve it,
every little bit.
I hate to see you so heartbroken,
and the best part is you blame me.
Because I was at the wrong place and wrong time,
you make me feel sour like a lime.
Your harsh words hurt;
you make me feel like dirt.
And you wonder why I say I’m not coming home.
As we are standing in the streets, in the rain,
I say I’m not coming home,
but this time I’m not lying,
you just stand there as I walk away.
You say I will come back,
but this time I didn’t look back and just carried on,
I’m not coming...