I wrote some songs (I hope you accidentally hear them).
I sang in code so you know you’re not forgotten.
I see your face in crowded places; cities you’ve not even visited,
And wonder how your ghost keeps finding me so often
Every picture found strikes like a landed arrow,
‘Cause you can scrub off all your skin but not your marrow,
And in some resonating tone, they whisper doubt into my bones,
So I take pains to keep the conversation sterile.

But you don’t ever leave my mind
If you still need someplace to hide
Come back home (or let me go)
’Cause I still love you; oh, I’ve tried
I kept the letters that you wrote when we were twenty,
Before the words got lost inside and just stopped coming,
So when I packed up all my things, it never felt like I was leaving,
It felt like falling to the ground while you kept running.

Sometimes I have this conversation with your picture,
And lately I’ve tried not to tell it that I still miss you,
But I’m pretty sure it shows, ’cause he just smiles as if he knows
When I ask if he thinks I could be forgiven
You don’t ever leave my mind
If you need someplace to hide
Come back home (or let me go)
’Cause I still love you; oh, I’ve tried
Come back home.
Please come back home…
’Cause I still love you; oh, I’ve tried