Blurry In My Home

Sleeping through weekend afternoons Waste her days then buy more soon Empty boxes lining her room Lonely void she'll try to lose Sorry I haven't reached out It's hard to look and depressing When I stay with you Maybe on birthdays I'll call before it's noon To know it's really you But I'd like not to feel used Envy's eye checked a room inside Consumer home parents supplied Jealousy whispered through my mind Wished I could sweep crumbs from your life Sorry I haven't reached out It's hard to look and depressing When I stay with you Maybe on birthdays I'll call before it's noon To know it's really you But I'd like not to feel used Lonelier I've taken to your old role Trying to drown it all out Fishing for a friend I was your go to broom What I deserve I'm here all alone Blurry in my home Sorry I haven't reached out It's hard to look and depressing When you stay with me And then on birthdays you'll call before it's three To know it's really me But it's not your job to sweep