get me the fuck out of florida get me back to that parking lot let me dwell in my run off thoughts i d be better off but not anywhere i need wet feet and harsher air divorced mothers and bedrooms where i can lay my head and the fact that i had even tried to change myself erase myself from stories that i wrote traits to fit a state that i know was opposite but possibly home but this place isnt home give me back shitty train tracks and stolen cigarettes shared with friends school yard fights and the understanding from parents that were misunderstood despite their efforts of doing good i miss the dead grass and broken wood that surrounded the whole house that i would come to find would represent the first that i made and truly loved change what s in the back of my mind despite the things that ive grown to like and i know it s easier here to get by on my own but i d rather be in a hole at home and this place isn t home co oh oh oh oh oh oh old x12 you can t take the cold out of my bones when they re brittle and they re old they ll break and fall like snow thick and heavily stick to a long island street until decaying and waiting for 3 months of growth to force new times to come burning every inch of my skin waiting for the summer to end and i m not naive to the fact that the choice is my own just right now i found something to grow but this place isnt home co oh oh old bo oh oh ones x4