Did you take off while I was gone?

Some days it is hard to breathe with you in and on my mind all the time.
I can feel it in my bones, I need all the help I can get to break from you.
Like a black cloud hanging above my head, my parade has been rained on for the past few months.
This is all a classic build up for a well deserved, "I'm sorry," from me to all of you.
Home has never looked so far away from this rut I am stuck in.