I’m so used to writing sad songs
But I’m not sad anymore.
I stopped letting those disasters
Define me to the core.
And I’ve been content with what I’m doing;
No longer bruised, no longer sore
From this hard beating I’ve endured
(From this heart beating I’ve endured.)
And I’m not sad anymore
I’m so tired of writing sad songs
I can’t shake these feelings I’ve ignored
Like when I fell to pieces in the bedroom
Or when I passed out on the floor.
I was broken and alone
But you felt like home to me.
And you felt like home to me
And I’m listening to those songs I wrote when I was seventeen
I never thought I’d let that go
And so I think that you should know
That you feel like home to me
— The End —