i'm swingin in slowly,
entirely and wholey
like my mother used to tell me
i'm just trying to figure out where i belong
i'm homesick for a home
i've never known
and a home is not a home
when you're on your own
i'm crawling in quietly,
softly and slightly
like my mother used to tell me
"you won't get far by just stringing yourself along"
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
i'm swingin in slowly,
entirely and wholey
like my mother used to tell me
i'm just trying to figure out where i belong
i'm homesick for a home
i've never known
and a home is not a home
when you're on your own
i'm crawling in quietly,
softly and slightly
like my mother used to tell me
"you won't get far by just stringing yourself along"
cheesier than a grilled cheese
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