Still Wondering Why You Left Me Behind

You swing by late with money for groceries
Forgot writing the check another week
I guess I thought that you’d remember
It’s always four days till September
I pretend to sleep, but I didn’t even brush my teeth
And by the time I opened my eyes, your truck was gone
So I cried myself to sleep, just nine years young
How could you not love what is yours?
How could you leave two perfect boys?
How could you not be enough, but still make me want your love?
How could you call yourself a man?
How could you not know who I am?
How could you not be enough, but still make me want your love?
You both stand at the door, look a your boy
He’s grown into his ears, better to hear
You kneel down next to the sofa
You brush my hair and look me over
And then you kiss my head, smell cigarettes fresh on your breath
And by the time I got the nerve to tell you off
Well the tar and nicotine finally did their job
Still chasing that light that you left behind
Still fighting that fire, waiting for a sign
Still chasing that light that you left behind
Still wondering why you left me behind