I ain't been home in I don't know when

I haven't been home in a long, long time. Back to the trees and back to friends. Trying to leave and not to settle in. All of this matters because I think about drinking with you again, on your porch. I think about your mom's cigarettes and your hairspray bathroom. I think about us when we grew up and not even remembering what we ever had in common besides laughter. That is still enough for you to be the one I call at midnight and again at one.