Crossing martyrs on a page
Reading in, am I too late
To board the train
Tracking to the edge of ground
The steam will build into rebound
And all will break

Home, home
I can't believe
I couldn't save you
Home, home
I can't believe
Barely a wave, too

Posting thoughts in hopes you read
I'm black and white, I'm in between
All of this
Mischief on a tired bed
Hope this all is in my head
What if it isn't?

Home, home
I can't believe
I couldn't save you
Home, home
I can't believe
Barely a wave, too