I moved into a new place today.
I can still smell the new paint they laid.
The carpet has been washed.
The rooms are just empty lots.
I slowly move my furniture and boxes in.
I fill up the room and pretend.
That this place will be a happy home.
But the truth is I feel so alone.
This place was for us to share.
Even with all these things it feels bare.
Home is where the heart should be.
I moved everything but my heart with me.
I let you take it and keep it true.
This is my home now, where are you?
