sweet heart you got me
irritated and annoyed
i have been acting up
cruel and mean
waiting for the chance
alone and scared
to show you that
i really do love you

sweet heart
come home
i am sick of looking at just your pictures
i know
you're busy
making a your perfect life a reality
the phone
doesn't ring
and if it did i'd be rude on the line
no email
or letters
to assure me you are alive

sweet heart
come home
i understand your penchant for theatrics
and you
just need
these chances to prove it to yourself
but dont you
sometimes
want to see some familiar faces
because
i wish
i could hold your hand once again

now i've said my piece
honestly true
and i know you got your deal
acting and performing
but soon i am afraid
my sweet darling
i will start calling you
ass tard
instead of my dearest
sweet heart