Oconomowoc from punchline by funny bone

your floor is calling my name
i haven't slept more than an hour in several days
i've lost track of the months that i've spent
trying to convince myself that i was on the mend

when you come home from wisconsin will you tell me again
about the days you spent hungover with your hospital friends?

my teeth are falling out of my mouth
and i'm waking up each morning to my personal hell
and i'm scared that you're not coming home
not based on what you say but based solely on your tone

i'm hoping that my ears are just hearing you wrong
and you'll call me back before my teeth are all gone

i'm healing, you're healing
i'm still stealing, but less so now that you're gone.

your house is pretty empty these days
your room is a museum and your bed is in a case
and i hope that when you come home to me
you recognize the person that i have come to be

your mom told me you've cried every day for three weeks
calling home each night with an apology

i'm healing, you're healing
i'm still stealing, but less so now that you're gone.

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