Just Another Escapist
You come home and find me sitting here
And ask how my day is going
Acting as though I have open ears
And nothing better to be knowing
Than all about you
And all that you do
I'm the one who nags about your mess
Even though you never listen
I give more, you're always giving less
In this house I reminisce in
Through the years
It's crystal clear
I have had my fill about your life
I sigh relieved to know you're leaving
I'm your roommate, I am not your wife
And when you're gone I won't be grieving
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