There’s no crying in baseball

While mowing the lawn a few days ago a phrase with a rough melody popped into my head.

“I don’t want to be alone with my suitcase anymore”

This is something that happens to me a lot. Random phrases will come to me that I might want to use in a song later. I have an entire document on my phone full of them called “Word Dump”.

Sometimes I’ll use it as a starting point to a song and flesh out the rest, or sometimes they will fit in with something else I’m working on.

This phrase stuck with me and I quickly wrote down some ideas for the rest of the lyrics. Then I added guitar that fit with the rough melody bouncing around in my head, recorded it with the vocals (complete with a cold, congested nose, and everything), and added some little lead guitar riffs over all of it.

I wrote this entire song in the span of a couple days, the fastest I’ve ever completed a song. I intend to go back, refine, and finish it. That may or may not actually happen.

It’s a sloppy, unpolished demo recording and the lyrics are kind of unoriginal. But it doesn’t sound terrible, so I’m sharing it.

That just makes it a little more punk rock I guess.

I don’t wanna be alone with my suitcase anymore
Sick and tired of picking up my drunk ass off the floor
These weeks go by so slowly
I can’t breathe it drives me crazy
I just can’t wait til I get home

Everything I see out here reminds me of your face
And how you’d love this scenery but it’s just not the same
Wanting to be there with you
Hold you in my arms and kiss you
I just can’t wait til I get home

All these nights in hotel rooms
Feels like I’m sleeping in a tomb
Just one more restless night
In the morning I’ll be coming home to you

I’ll be coming home to you