Come Home, Honey

spinning me around in a little dress

sitting in your car rolling cigarettes

we were so in love just a couple kids

play something stupid on the TV

didn’t really matter with you next to me

think it’s better left as a memory

you say to me

just smile be happy

you say to me

just come home, honey

and things could be

how they used to be

reminisce about it every now and again

couldn’t be your doll, couldn’t play pretend

guess I’m not your perfect little girlfriend

fought all night on the telephone

beneath your weight, I’ve turned to stone

let me fall apart on my own

you had my heart

you promised a dream

thought you could be

everything I need

you beg me, please

just come home, honey

but things can’t be

how they used to be