Dreaming

Find someone to buy this generic self I’m selling Watch the rings the candles leave on the ceiling And dreaming of people who will never Be here and they’re singing Come home Come home Come home Come home I wish all my steps were lighter Every night that I could sleep longer We are watching the Office and I’m just thinking bout drinking But tomorrow will be better Come home Come home Come home Come home And all I can think to do Is make these monuments to a life That I feel slowly slipping away Out of my fingers And soon it will be over