When You’re Home

Album cover art for "When You’re Home" by John Bucchino & Jessica Molaskey

John Bucchino & Jessica Molaskey - Pop

When You’re Home

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Like asking an oyster to cough up the pearl The prying only makes it shut tighter You, my friend, are a prize fighter Trapped in a house of mirrors While I indulge in pointless speculation You imagine endless confrontation Ghosts at every turn And pounding those demons to dust you yearn To learn To trust You're out of town Or even just out of the room And I pretend this disconnected feeling will end when you reappear But my friend It's increasingly clear I miss you more whеn you're here You'rе out of time And have to catch a plane So keep it light No swimming in the deep end tonight Grab another beer and you might Mutter something real in my ear I miss you more when you're here Time won't buy your trust And I can't seem to earn it You won't help build this bridge And I can't seem to burn it It's hard to know where to go next When there's so much more subtext than text Look at them All out of breath from racing to get to you first They whisper sweet In hopes of maybe finding a treat behind the veneer Why compete? It's safer away from that storm At least it's consistently warm My heart may be sore when you disappear But I miss you more When you're here

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  • John Bucchino