eighteen years,
my heart has been yours.
every time I ran away
or wanted to be free,
you let me go.
but I came back...
you had my heart.
I guess you always will
have part of me.
I can't deny that.
one way or another I'll always come back.
you have me for four more years
and then...
you gotta let me go
for good.
and not expect my return
so soon.
can you do it?

-you feel like home