He's been working for hours

And I'm still in bed

Trying to envision

Him in my head

Covered in sweat, 

Moving wood,

Cleaning the fish tank 

Washing down windows,

Or cleaning some kitchen

In a place I call home

That's only home when he's there

So the answer is no, 

This bed at my house isn't home, it's nowhere

And I'm not that sad yet

Just wish I was there today

More than anything, actually

But there wasn't a way

I can't get out of bed,

Because why would I?

I have chores to do

Randoms are coming to my house tonight

So I'll be clinging to Baylie and Izzy

And Kate will be there too

I know it won't be bad

But till then I've got nothing to do

Or, nothing I wanna do.

Is that what we call laziness?

Sorry, at this point I hardly care

Because it sucks when you find yourself here

And the only place you want to be is there