Bones, fraid of love, to the road you pa** out. Grown, to the sound of the leaves in your back yard. Grown, to become all that was locked inside. Home, where you are one day of your life. Streets, talking words to you that you not heard of.
Home, where you are one day of your life. This is where I am. Where is where I am. This is where I am. Where is where I am. This is where I am. Where is where I am. This is where I am. Where is where I am.