Half
She met me at the airport with my little baby girls
I mumbled something slurry like I would as if I'd been around the world
Or just had one too many drinks
I think I slept on the way home and gave them all a kiss
But in a dream I stumbled and I woke up to the smell of smoke and piss
Or is it this clothes I'm in?
Chorus
It's all the same when I get back home
I feel I'm somewhere that belongs to us
And in the end when you kiss me
I know that it's more than just trust
I write about these little things that mean so much to me
I feel like such a selfish prick at times like this I guess that I can be
What can I say, I'm sorry?
Chorus
(one more time)