Come Home The Dismemberment Plan

Called in sick to work today
I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done
Anyhow

Made myself some coffee and I
Listened to the rain rattling leaves
Yeah

I told myself there's nothing wrong and
Stared right through the paper for a
Long, long time

Stuck inside your dream so long
It wears you down and grows you old
And that's a fact

Cold light comes to clear the fog
Away from time to time
But it'll be back soon

I used to think that justice had to
Rule for happy lives, but now I'm not so
Sure at all

Come home
Why don't you come home I could not remember why you left
And I'd rather be happy than right this time