Never Coming Home Poem by Valentino Igat

There's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door
But the part of you that knows that you can't take it any more
There's the promise of the future in the creaking of the floor
And you're torn if you should leave me with a number...

And in your imagination you're a thousand miles away
Because too many of my promises got broken on the way
So you write it in a letter all the things you couldn't say
And you tell me that you're never coming home...

Now in my imagination you're a million miles away
When too many of my promises got broken on the way
So you wrote it in a letter all the things you couldn't say
And you told me that you will never coming home
You told me that you will never coming home...