Train ride home, to silence at least, not having to pretend.
Another day at work, cracking wise and being everyone’s pal,
Being the ray of sunshine everyone counts on.
Their love radiates, and keeps that sunshine coming, keeps me going,
As my heart falls away from the world, and I fear for what tomorrow brings,
And I know I’ll be alone again when I go home.
I can watch Sports Center and Lindsey Czarniak, and then the big game.
I can listen to sad music and read bittersweet stories about love denied.
I can just be, and not pretend, and not have to be anything at all.