they say that people will choose a familiar hell
over an unfamiliar heaven
something about the brain,
and its wiring
they might be right
i live here.
this is my home,
where i'm most comfortable.
in this place
where you give me what i need
and then take it away
we go round and round
for years and years
sometimes,
i step off
the merry go round
the ride
where you talk of a future
the good parts of the past
watch me get so comfortable
start to see the vision for myself
and then you tell me
there's no room, actually
and maybe
this is when i take you at your word
start making plans
start making changes
maybe
hell isn't so comfortable
maybe
heaven is a place where i know how people feel
or at least,
where i don't have to guess
maybe,
this is a world where
i'm not always wrong
always less
maybe here
i'm okay
Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 8:39 PM UTC
they say that people will choose a familiar hell
over an unfamiliar heaven
something about the brain,
and its wiring
they might be right
i live here.
this is my home,
where i'm most comfortable.
in this place
where you give me what i need
and then take it away
we go round and round
for years and years
sometimes,
i step off
the merry go round
the ride
where you talk of a future
the good parts of the past
watch me get so comfortable
start to see the vision for myself
and then you tell me
there's no room, actually
and maybe
this is when i take you at your word
start making plans
start making changes
maybe
hell isn't so comfortable
maybe
heaven is a place where i know how people feel
or at least,
where i don't have to guess
maybe,
this is a world where
i'm not always wrong
always less
maybe here
i'm okay
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