When He's Gone

She sits alone and stares out the window, the thoughts pour out

the morning sun pours in

She paints a smile on her lips and looks at herself in the mirror

As her day begins

She scrubs in basins never clean, it won’t wash off

the smell of compromise

He opens the door for her, there’s kindness in his smile

but she loathes the need in his eyes

She can’t stand to have him around

but she always misses him when he’s gone

She burns like an effigy when he’s gone it makes her mad

how attached she’s become

and if it were up to me, I’d prove her wrong, but it’s too bad

it’s someone else’s song

He might come home, after she’s sleeping and quietly admire

the smile on her lips

He crawls up beside her, she presses it all up against him

and dreams

She can’t stand to have him around

but she always misses him when he’s gone...