are you home?

i was actually just passing by,

but in front of your house now i find myself standing

my feet led the way just like a habit
staring at the door that we painted red last summer and my heart misses a beat
the color started to fade, the wood began to peel
as if to say that it's been so long and i'm not supposed to be here

things rushing thru my mind,
"would you expect me when you hear the bell's ringing?"
"if you knew i was here, would you open the door and let me in?"

or "is there someone else that you are waiting?"

but i had enough for just questioning

cause if i could really ask there'll be just one thing,

"is there a chance you'd stop me from leaving?"