I sat in the cold rain in the middle of the woods for over an hour.
"I should have gone home."
And then a sudden realization: I don't have one anymore.
Home used to be my bed in my room in my parent's house, but it's not comfortable there anymore.
So I moved into your arms.
And it feels as if I'm not welcome there either.
I always did say that you were the leaves on the ground,
so I stayed in the leaves, hoping they would take me in.
Hoping they would take me home.