I find it hard to be happy for you.
Most days I just dont think about it, but I still know. nothings changing, yet still changing.
coming closer.
Distance is happening starting here, no there, it started there.
I wont stop it. I wont hold you back, go.
Youll have to lose me before you ever really get me.
I will fall in to this chasim, fall in to my home,
its cold out side, and i dont want to be alone,
its cold out side, its cold by your side, Im just trying to find my way home.
Home, not a place but a feeling.
Theres no place like home,
theres no face, im just homeless.
I lay awake now staring at the ceiling cause we dont talk..
I'm still grasping that home is a feeling and not a place. It's hard, because you're taught your whole life that it's a place. I was waiting for New Mexico to be home, just like I was waiting for Chicago to be home to me. But truthfully, those you love are the ones that are your home. You are my home <3
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