7 Years Bad Luck - Cold Bones lyrics

Get me the f** 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 (Led to fictional) Traits to fit a state that I know Was opposite but possibly home But this place isn't home Give me back sh**ty 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 gra** and broken wood That surrounded the whole House that I would come to find Would represent the first that I made and truly loved (It's not enough to) Change what's in the back of my mind Despite the things that I've 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 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 (I'm swept away) Decaying and waiting for 3 months of growth to force new times to come (But for now I'm just) Burning every inch of my skin (Cold) Waiting for the summer to end (Bones) 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 isn't home Cold bones.