Laying in beds I'll never sleep in again,
I think of all the people I could be.
But if I started new,
I'd probably still end up being me.
So I could clean these sheets,
but I'm still the same mattress
underneath.
I trusted myself to know where I am,
but where will I be taken?
I'll never know what life to fall into
when I'm busy jumping around in my head.
Checking into hotels I can't call home,
I think of all the towns I could see.
But if I lived there,
they'd end up being somewhere different,
completely.
So I could paint the walls,
but people still think I'm that first color
even after it all.
Well, who's following who,
and where does it take us?
Away from the old cities we've
tried to crush?
I wonder how far nowhere can get me
when my future roommates
don't know where they see themselves living.
So tired out of hotel rooms,
I want nothing this temporary.


*-Makenzie.