Hope
I hold out hope, beyond all home, that someday, my address will once again read:
SAN FRANCISCO, CA
On the third line. I get choked up every time I see a piece of old mail.
Why? Why did I do this?
I was there! I'd made it finally!
And then I left.
Still dark outside the window
Fucking alarm clock, start the day in fear
It's not fun or any sense of community
It's just trying to dull the pain
The scientists say that it's a
Different animal altogether
And driven by forces deep
Within the chest that won't let it sleep
SAN FRANCISCO, CA
On the third line. I get choked up every time I see a piece of old mail.
Why? Why did I do this?
I was there! I'd made it finally!
And then I left.
Still dark outside the window
Fucking alarm clock, start the day in fear
It's not fun or any sense of community
It's just trying to dull the pain
The scientists say that it's a
Different animal altogether
And driven by forces deep
Within the chest that won't let it sleep