This House

This house is full of women
 Playing guitar, cooking breakfast
 Sharing trauma, doing dishes
 And where are you?
 What if one day I don't know you?
 What if one day you leave?
 And all confused desire and time-zone changes
 Change what's left of you and me?
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 Maybe it's all the drinks you're buying
 I was feeling like a kid
 Spying on the hidden porn store cameras
 Waiting on your graveyard shift
 And now you're out in California
 Just like you always said you'd be
 And did you ever even love her?
 Or was it rooted in companionship and timing?
 Well I'm not the one, I was then
 My life was folded up in half
 I guess I owe it to the timing of companions
 I survived the year at all
 At all, at all