Dashboard Confessionals - A Plain Morning

It is yet to be determined,
But the air is thick,
& my hope is feeling worn.
Im missing home,
& Im glad youre not a part of this,
There are parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
So I cant tell you the temperature is dropping
& it feels like

It is colder than it ought to be in march
& I still have a day or two ahead of me
Till Ill be heading home,
Into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesnt make it easier.
It doeasnt make it easier to be away.

Id like to hire a plane.
Id see you in the morning,
When the day is fresh.
Im coming home again.
Its warmer where youre waiting.
It feels more like july.
Thers pillows in their cases
& one of those is mine.
And you wrote the words I love you,
& sprayed it with perfume.
It is better than the fire is
To heat this lonely room.
It is warmer where youre waiting
It feels more like july.