I will not go back, I will not go back
I will not go back
because my mother died when I was a child
and my father became so absent he might as well have left at the same time
it is not as if there was a family left around which to gather and share lives, hurts and hopes
because looking after myself became my only hope
it is not as if there was a safe front door I could walk through any time of day or night
because the front door was closed and I was not offered a key
it is not as if there was an alternative refuge which I could call my own
because he gave any potential space away along with everything else
it is not as if there was a paternal welcome ever awaiting me
because he usually didn't even bother to show up
no, I will not go back. I will not go back
I will not go back
because now he is dead even the false hope has gone
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Don’t let them in

When there’s tracks that bring you down
Pick up the phone
I’m glad you called
I’m surprised to hear from you
No, it’s not ok
You only call me when you fall
I know you don’t really want to see me
It won’t be much fun for either of us
Still we couldn’t be much closer
There’s so much more for us to discuss
Maybe we will last an hour
Before another breakdown takes place
What’s the difference now you’re older?
It’s the addict lines, etched in your face
I’ll light the fire to keep us warm
You place the flowers to freshen the room
We’ll find some hope to keep us calm
While I listen to you
Then I know the infiltrators will come
Make the room cold again
You’ll throw in a line, to bullshit me some
To ensure there’s an escape route at hand
Back to the life you just retreated from
That hooks and tears and claws
The life you chose that defeated us
Relentlessly demanding more
Don’t let them in
Our house
Could be a very fine house
With children in the yard
It doesn’t have to be this hard
Everything could be easy, if not for you
With apologies to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young