Figures that one of these days,
Something like this would happen, and…
The funny part about it is that I didn't really do anything,
Yet everyone seems to think I have.
Like I knew what was going to happen.
I know better than to deliberately hurt someone,
Even if it doesn't always seem that way.
Sitting in an empty apartment doesn't do any good.
Liv's pissed at Melinda, and Melinda's pissed at her,
'Cause apparently, they have differing opinions, and…
I can't exactly blame Melinda, because, hey,
The forensics say what they do.
Not like she has a choice but to believe what it is
That it says to her.
Of course, her showing up doesn't exactly help.
But somehow, things get figured out.
This changes everything, she says,
And suddenly, I'm no longer facing indictment, and
I can come back to work, and it's a relief, but at the same time…
It's almost not.
And I have no idea why.
Actually, I do, and, ironically,
It's exactly why I'm sitting here…
Standing, really, and waiting,
For someone to answer the door,
And when someone does, it's her, and
For a moment, I'm at a loss as to what to say,
But then I'm not.
…rough couple of days…time to think of what's important,
Which I should've been doing anyway, but there you have it.
Love my job, and my family…
Nearly lost them both.
She doesn't interrupt, which is good, 'cause I
Think I'd lose my nerve before I could finish
And tell her that I want to come home.