I told you about all the times I moved growing up, counted on fingers that held so many hands, I danced around with the idea of moving into you, building my walls around our hearts and putting a roof over our souls. I guess it didn't matter to me that our foundation was a little wobbly or that I knew an eviction was coming, I wanted to believe that we would build a house that would last. but you were a trap not a home, and I was packing my bags but I couldn't get out in time so I watched as the walls I built around you and I came crashing down on me.
You told me you could make a house into a home and I believed I could turn a cage into a life.