Nights like tonight remind me why I hate sleeping at "home"
I have a toxic relationship with my bed
Melatonin can't block out the noises of my childhood
I spent it watching my parents stumble and burn us
We were in sight but out of mind,
Nights like tonight make me wonder why
Do I rest my head on my pillow?
Making minimum wage is like being in an abusive relationship
"You can't leave
You'll never find anyone better
Are you happy with what you have?"
And home is never going to be where the heart is.
Can you understand me?