Gardener, gibbet, misery

when I drove you home
from the airport on that day

even if I'd known
all the things that you would say

I still would tell you
that I love you in that way

'cuz I don't lie to you
no matter what you say

and oh for honesty
such a price I'm gonna pay

'cuz you've asked not to hear
how I choose to spend my days

will you ever come back?

I didn't have a plan
I thought I wanted to be friends

but in retrospect
it seems I'm doing this again

'cuz you are not the first
that I wanted to adore

next time I feel this thirst
will I lock the door?

and as I twirl around
all these questions in my brain

I wish that you were here
to help me think things through as friends

will you ever come back?