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home for the holidays

home, home

what is home?

where do you go

when you've got no real home?

when the tears block your sight

the interstate stretches to your right

and it's blocked by the lights

and you pretend music soothes your hands

and your feet that drag you between lands

acting like you've still got a hold on that band

like you're something grand

like you've got it planned

like it'll work out in the end

when all that you love just breaks and bends

you think you've got one real friend?

yeah, you say you're on the mend

god, you're just a worn-out trend

little girl with no hope

at the end of a noose-shaped rope

claims she can't cope

claims she ain't close

to finding her home

home, home, what is a home?

i can't say, i've got nowhere to go

is it this house where i've grown?

the words of a song in my bones?

the heartbeat i've come to known?

the blood in my veins,

the quake in the rain,

weakness in the chain

of a life gone insane

too much pain

not enough power

is it my hour

to stop where i cower

and take back who i am and who i wanna be

it's time for you to see

what life has done to me

1 AM scrambling up trees

a bunch of kids who don't mean a thing

looking through the darkness searching for the king

god, i wonder where he could be...

we could be arrested for trespassing!

but, ********* no one thinks these things but me

i'm screaming!

but i'm silent

no use trying to fight it

standing in the quiet

brain wants to riot

drenched from the rain

crawl back to our rooms not knowing our names

you'd think we're insane

but i'm the only player in that game

home, home, what is a home?

is it where i go when i'm all alone?

or i come in silently

the girls trying to follow me

boys running far from me

roommate's asleep

tiptoe to my sheets

ain't no point to weep

honey, i know i'm in too deep

wake up, sunshine

tell the girls i'm fine

downstairs, where we dine

new meals all mine

sunday mornings smell of wine

but i'm too good, no, i stay in line

one more week, closer to home

but i'll still be lost, no one knows

home, home, what is home?

who is there when i've got nowhere to go?

with the stars in his eyes and the songs in his bones

yeah, he's the only one who knows

home, home, that's my home

the only one i could really know

and it's dumb and it's wrong

i ask him "where do i belong?"

he says "i know you can't stay long"

sings and plays all his songs

then we dance like it matters

the kids all scatter

we sit alone til the midnight shatters

dressed up in all red like i care

the silence is more than i can bear

on my skin the chill of the air

"i'll be here for you, i swear"

he swears, he promises, his heart he shares

but no, i don't believe he really cares

home, home, what's a home?

a boy in a plaid shirt, he's my home

maybe it's wrong, but it's what i know

and the gunshots, they just go to show

no one on this ****** planet knows

maybe no one really has a home

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scarlet-london
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Published
Jan 1, 2015
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