it's almost 6 and you would be here, or at least on your way or almost on your way home...
it was the best part of the day, when you would come home to me...
come home to me....
i know you can't now and i know its going to be a long time and a lot more circumstances until that's the case again, but i want you to come home.
holding jack doesn't help when i'm missing you this badly... i keep telling myself that i'll see you soon, but i think thats just making it worse...
but i know i have to take it one day at a time and just get through missing you today and go from there tomorrow, but today sucks. i'm so lonely and i want you to come and ring the doorbell like you did so many days in a row
i need you come home
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