I wrote some songs (I hope you accidentally hear them)
I sang in code so you know you're not forgotten
I see your face in crowded places; cities you've not even visited
And wonder how your ghost keeps finding me so often
Every picture found strikes like a landed arrow
'Cause you can scrub off all your skin but not your marrow
And in some resonating tone, they whisper doubt into my bones
So I take pains to keep the conversation sterile

But you don't ever leave my mind
If you still need someplace to hide
Come back home (or let me go)
'Cause I still love you; oh, I've tried
I kept the letters that you wrote when we were twenty
Before the words got lost inside and just stopped coming
So when I packed up all my things, it never felt like I was leaving
It felt like falling to the ground while you kept running

Sometimes I have this conversation with your picture
And lately I've tried not to tell it that I still miss you
But I'm pretty sure it shows, 'cause he just smiles as if he knows
When I ask if he thinks I could be forgiven
You don't ever leave my mind
If you need someplace to hide
Come back home (or let me go)
'Cause I still love you; oh, I've tried
Come back home
Please come back home
'Cause I still love you; oh, I've tried