If you ever show up at my door I promise i will not ignore All the ways you made this couch a throne All the ways you left this grouch alone I hear stories told about the truth About stories of our missing youth And the ways we lived inside our homes And the ways we paid back all the loans Sometimes i think I can tell that you are here But sometimes when i blink I can hear you disappear If you ever show yourself to me I promise i will try to be All the ways i have always been All the ways i have always been