Tumbleweed

The house is silent, I can't hear a sound

Only hearing my hair grow and hit the ground

They've all grown, they just packed up and left

Left me with these years unfortunate

Like my TV

I will find the words to bring you back around

But this scene is full of twisted irony

Considering my TV has no sound

I can't take this shit lying down

No I won't, kick all in my hate to the ground

And fill this house again with the sounds

Of voices singing, laughter ringing and you

Look in my yard, dog's not there

Gone like all the rest of them without a care

It's just the way that everyone sucks dry

Dry up as the tumble weeds are rolling by

I can finally speak

Oh, the kind of words that lift you from the ground

I can still smell your sweetness in the air

And I'm dying slow from you not being around

I can't take this shit lying down

No I won't, kick all in my hate to the ground

And fill this house again with the sounds

Of voices singing, laughter ringing and you

It's bedtime, it's empty, who can I phone?

I can't sleep, just can't hear on my own

Where are you? I guess I'll watch one more show

I can't take this shit lying down

No I won't, kick all in my hate to the ground

And fill this house again with the sounds

Of voices singing, laughter ringing and you