You built a latter, and set it next to my body
I was aching, restless, and hungry
Full of heavy thoughts that left my insides empty
I could not swallow anything unless it buried me
I took shots of whisky that tasted like moldy unsolved mysteries
My friends happily poured me one after another until I blacked out
With every shot I only ingested their hand-me-down uncertainty
Happily, because I was in love with them
I was in love with everything I knew they could possibly be
They were the divine hook to the songs in my dreams
We built a family around drums, and campfires
We sang up, down, and around the couches in the living room

We were free, and lost in simplicity
Blind to the perfection of just how simply perfect we made it all to be

So I took the bullet, I took the shot
I took it for them so they wouldn't rot
I wanted to save them from diving into the imaginary rule book of life
These stupid walls that really don't exist unless you bring them to light
We need walls to build a home, but I need space to live
I need space to breath, I need space to explore in
Where the **** am I supposed to go if I put up 10,000 walls?
A home is not a place or a maze where I should get lost
You can feel where home is, and you know it when you are there