Bleachers - 91

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