piano in the corner

Are you sure I don't want to take you home, this looks like somewhere you've outgrown.
The branches of your tree are weighing down, they look like they need to be cut loose, short and set free. 
There's a piano in the corner you used to play, you didn't know any notes but you carried a tune just the same. 
A record player sits dormant and untouched just like your bodies love it has begin to rust.
Trust me I know the right way for you to return home, it isn't easy but it's one that must be done.