Complimentary bad luck in the fall

It had been raining all day or so you thought

But you knew the weather would come and go

Did it feel better when you took it slow

Waking up to what comes after this

You took you big swing and boy it was a miss

Maybe on some morning when the sunlight slips

Though the window where you use to sit

You could call your mother she’s been worried

All her daughter does is hurry

Home

You don’t have to stay

You could come home

Even for the day

You don’t always have to be so sad

Two middle fingers to the past

Watching birds fly into your window

Wondering what it is that you don’t know

About the weather that is still to come

Ya I understood when you said you had to run

Home

You don’t have to stay

You could come home

Even for the day

You don’t always have to be the best

You could try to get some rest

Your mama’s photo was turning red

When it heard all the filthy words we said

You should call your father he’s not mad

A little water on the glass

Home

You don’t have to stay

You could come home

Even for the day

Maybe it could end up being better

Than the last word in your letter

Goodbye