How many doors must I walk through
How many people must I call mom
How many brothers and sister do I have
It's endless
I couldn't count on one hand or even two
Yet here I am making another couch
My living arrangements
For only who know how long
How many hearts do I have to break
Till I can finally say I love you
Without worrying if she'll leave me
How many goodbyes must I make known
How many homes must I go through
Till I'm able to call these places home
They weren't built for me
They weren't made to house me
To allow me to have ***
To allow me the freedom of walking
Down every hallway into every room
Stark *** naked with my *****
Dragging behind me
How many homes
Tell me how many
So I can just curl up now and die
It would be a waste of time
To lay here another minute
Trying to find a job
Trying to find a girlfriend
Trying to find home