I've got you in my soul,
Your hiding place, get away,
Your idontwanttohandlethisrightnow secret club only you know the password to get in.
I am home, I guess
And if not home then I am the quiet in the storm
I am the hidden silence in the city that never quiets I am the water beneath the wave as it breaks but I am not the wave. I am the gentleness of the beast.
I've been your hiding place since you were 13 years old and I wonder if I can even call my soul mine anymore, you spend more time there than me. Tell me what he's like these days. Tell him I miss him. I've tried everything I can think of but the doors won't open for me but you?
Come and go freely as you please. I am less home and more halfway house. More thisisjustastopicouldneversettledowninyou.
Not home, never home. Just a quiet beast, a gentle wave, a getaway vacation house with all the necessities but none of the incentives for you to actually stay. A pit stop soul that's got vacancy for one and your names engraved on the door.