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Eliza, come back home

Can’t you see I’m dying

And I feel so numb when I think about

The way you left me crying and exposed

When you released my heart from the palm of your hand

And filled mine with sand and doubt



Now, it’s me and liquor in place of our romance

I try to concentrate, but silence is more than I can stand

So I kiss her lips, though her demons are infectious

The momentary state of bliss overtakes the truth

And I am once again with you



Dancing to the same slow song

You in your summer dress and the lightening bugs

Illuminating like tiny bombs

Illuminating your face against the setting sun

And catching my heart on fire for you



It ceases when I think of you

That is, the pain

And the wretched mistakes I made

That tore you from me

But, when I think of you

I think of laughter and genuine conversation

That built in me a harbor safe from

The very moments like these

That make me think of how good it was with you



And we’re back



Dancing to the same slow song

You in your summer dress and the lightening bugs

Illuminating like tiny bombs

Illuminating your face against the setting sun

And catching my heart on fire for you