i've been considering the concept of "home".
i don't know what, or where that is exactly.
i feel like i'm always trying to get away.
what is it to you? i'm curious to know...
those others say, home is where the heart is, but i don't know that i've been there yet.
if i have, i'll only love it when i'm leaving.
the naive melody breaks me.
on a lighter note...
today i met a guy who described himself as the most famous american in central america.
turns out this guy drove off a bridge and was impaled by a steel beam.
this was just 11 weeks ago...
went right through his shoulder and missed all the good stuff.
he showed me the newspaper, and there was his picture on the front page, laying on an operating room table with a big fucking pipe sticking right through him!
that's some crazy shit.
i don't know what, or where that is exactly.
i feel like i'm always trying to get away.
what is it to you? i'm curious to know...
those others say, home is where the heart is, but i don't know that i've been there yet.
if i have, i'll only love it when i'm leaving.
the naive melody breaks me.
on a lighter note...
today i met a guy who described himself as the most famous american in central america.
turns out this guy drove off a bridge and was impaled by a steel beam.
this was just 11 weeks ago...
went right through his shoulder and missed all the good stuff.
he showed me the newspaper, and there was his picture on the front page, laying on an operating room table with a big fucking pipe sticking right through him!
that's some crazy shit.
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I think home is where I feel safe and can relax. It's my sanctuary.