Easy Lover

Home, where are you?
I've been waiting up for you
I drew a bath and the curtains down,
even poured a glass of wine.
and yet, you're not here

will you come back with rum on your breath
looking like death
muttering shit i can't understand
like we're strangers nesting in a quasi-comfortable place
will we fight like it's the first time then
make up like it's the last time then
start all over, splitting, parting, flirting with goodbye
fucking each other with noise,
the background, the wallpaper designed to distract us from truth
that maybe you and i just aren't meant to be together
so should i just drain the water, chuck the glass
pack my bags, leave the key under the mat
run off then wonder if you'll try to find me