91 - Bleachers

It’s '91, a war is on, I watch in black, white, and green

My mother dances around like there ain’t no rip in the seam

While she waltzes with ghosts, I can feel what went wrong

She’s here, but she’s not

Just like her, I’m not home

Just like her, I’m not home

Just like her, I’m not home

Yeah, I’m here, but I’m not

Storefronts change and the war on so I rip floorboards from our place

Black out all our windows and then I kick them from their frames

Now, you can dance with anyone

You could tattoo yourself a fucking sleeve

‘Cause you’re here, but you’re not

Just like you, I can’t leave

Just like you, I can’t leave

Just like you, I can’t leave

And I’m here, but I’m not

I’m here, but I’m not

Then someone new comes along, steals the weight from your war

Flickers a light, and you’re sure that you have been here before

She could have anyone, but she’s asking after your dreams

Hey, I know what I’m not, but looking at you, I can’t leave

Just like you, I can’t leave

Just like you, I can’t leave

Well, I’m here, but I’m not

I’m here, but I’m not

Said we’ve been gone just a little too long now

We’ve been gone just a little too long now