Vacant Home - Movements

This home has never felt so unfamiliar

Now that you’ve gone away

These ghosts echo in the empty space

All alone, what was once a greater picture

Is now a vacant frame just left to wither and wane

Feeling strained, crawling on my knees against this endless grain

And dragging feet at the expense of progress in any way

And it’s funny how the tables have turned and the advice that you gave me is

now mine to give to you

A mother’s love in four simple words, forever keeping me, can now keep you too

And even after your departure, I swear I can hear you say, «Be good, be safe.»

This vulnerability has left me struggling

Constantly moving at a pace I can’t keep

This house is not a home, an emptiness I can’t ignore

This house is not a home, I don’t belong here anymore

This house is not a home, an emptiness I can’t ignore

This house is not a home, I don’t belong here anymore

Well maybe they call it starting a new chapter, but I can never seem to finish

the last one in time

Now the book keeps moving forward and I am always stuck one page behind

But these words that you always told me still resonate inside this space

I’m trying to be good, I’m trying to be safe

This vulnerability has left me struggling

Constantly moving at a pace I can’t keep

This house is not a home, an emptiness I can’t ignore

This house is not a home, I don’t belong here anymore

This house is not a home, an emptiness I can’t ignore

This house is not a home, I don’t belong here anymore

This vulnerability has left me struggling

This vulnerability has left me struggling

Vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability