wet cement
 Alone again, staring at my phone under a ceiling fan
 Don't know if it's one or two or three AM
 All I know is I've been here before

 Now and then, I drive by the places where we used to live
 Remember when we put our hands in what cement?
 I almost have the guts to ring the doorbell

 Oh, I kind of thought we'd get to all the plans we made I know
 If you're really gone, I guess they'll have to wait
 I miss you
 Yeah, I miss you
 All your bad jokes, all your issues
 And I won't ever know why you had to go
 But I miss you
 And I wish you come back home

 Fall apart, I didn't think I'd be the type to fall apart
 Everything is scary when you're in the dark
 I guess that's why I stay awake at night

 Oh, I think I'm going under but I fight the fight I know
 Even in the comfort of the morning light
 I miss you
 Yeah, I miss you
 All your bad jokes, all your issues
 And I won't ever know why you had to go
 But I miss you
 And I wish you come back home
 Come back home
 Oh, I kind of thought we'd get all the plans we made
 Oh, the sun is up the sky is kind of blue today