Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na

Just coming home from work

To a cold and empty house
Can't even eat, so hurt
Anticipating on this couch

Waiting on the phone to ring
Or the sound of your keys
I'm faced with this reality

That you're not coming home to me

[1] - Mailman

Is there a letter for me
Please make it better for me
Say that it's only a dream

He's really here with me

Folding up the sheets as I

Think about the way it was
I'm missing you, I'm not gon' lie
You were my first and only love

It's taking every piece of me
To be strong enough to live
Late at night I get so weak

It's the fact that you're not here

[Repeat 1]


I tried my best to stop you
When you were trying to leave

I tried to tell you that
Your seed's inside of me


[Repeat 1 until fade]