sometimes there are these places in my head
I can see them so clearly just like the raindrops on my windowpane
they are faraway places
they remind me of a time that never existed
and I know that if I find these places
that is when I will be happy
that is when I will find home
I see flat, grey buildings overlooking empty roads
the sky is the brightest shade of blue and it makes your eyes hurt, your heart hurt
flapping clotheslines
I want to run to this place as fast as I can
I want to close my eyes and be small again
see nothing, know nothing except what is right here, right now
I see this place and almost
it feels like I am there right now
and I can hear the steel guitar and the faraway traffic sounds
my home, my childhood home
nobody understands
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
sometimes there are these places in my head
I can see them so clearly just like the raindrops on my windowpane
they are faraway places
they remind me of a time that never existed
and I know that if I find these places
that is when I will be happy
that is when I will find home
I see flat, grey buildings overlooking empty roads
the sky is the brightest shade of blue and it makes your eyes hurt, your heart hurt
flapping clotheslines
I want to run to this place as fast as I can
I want to close my eyes and be small again
see nothing, know nothing except what is right here, right now
I see this place and almost
it feels like I am there right now
and I can hear the steel guitar and the faraway traffic sounds
my home, my childhood home
nobody understands
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