A better man once said

His name is something frozen

At the fork in the road

Always take the one less chosen

I tried to follow suit

I tried to choose my destiny

Now I'm lost in the Thistle weeds

And I'm drowning 6 feet deep

And now I'm staring at an unfamiliar ceiling

I know that I cannot change myself

I know that there must be a home for me

Other people's canopies look so appealing

As I close my eyes and drift to sleep

I know that there must be a home for me


A wiser man once said

His name is something crazy

When you're down in the gutter now

The stars they look so hazy

I tried to break the mold

I tried to pull one down for me

Now I'm lost in the outer space

And the dark it's eating me


Home

It's where I gotta be, not where I wanna be

It's where I wanna be, not where I gotta be

It's where I gotta be, not where I wanna be

For me