Right side up, your key doesn’t fit.
There’s no space for your self-importance.
No beer in the fridge. I threw out your stash.
I fixed the sink and sold your bike for cash.
I changed the photos in the frames,
Split our sides laughin', playing games.
The kids don’t ask when you’re coming home.
We got us, we’re not alone.
Wherever you are, keep walking.
Don’t you turn back this way now.
Wherever you are, keep walking.
There’s nothing here for you anymore.
Wherever you are, just keep walking.
Wherever you are, just keep walking.
There’s nothing here for you anymore.
-Melissa Donley