Twenty Homes from Overture by Hooray for Our Side

Twenty homes and I'm still not home
I lie in bed outside my comfort zone
Sleep inside unfamiliar walls
I want a place to call my own
But I've been made a stowaway
And the seas are not so kind these days
I've fallen overboard
And I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how to swim

At night I dream of better days
Not lived paycheck to paycheck
To pack my things and run away

I'm growing up through burning out
Still don't understand what I'm about
And rest assured that I'm not fine
I'm showing off to cover up
I don't know what I'm made of
Hope my true self shows up in time
Shows up in due time

So thank you to the friends that I still got
Apologies to all the ones I've lost
I hope the ones who stuck around
Can lead the way for me because
The color's fading from my sense of sight
I'm making lists of the problems in my life
Start waking up at noon to the sounds
Of tsunami sirens wailing in the distance

Tonight we drink to better days
Not spent paycheck to paycheck
To pack our things and fly away

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