and sometimes i feel, well most times i feel like the endless traveller saying anywhere but here
you know, and it’s so sad, it’s tragic and i, well i, the place I grew up in… i have been away, for a long time,
and I was back home a month ago now and i knew every step from the train station to the flat i grew up in…
but nobody lived there anymore and it didn’t feel like home anymore and i just wanted to leave again
and how can i detach yourself from a place like that
the place i became who i am now, at least i think i did
how can i just not see it anymore, see it like home
cause they say home is where your heart is, and my heart is beating in my chest but i don’t feel at home, wherever i go
how did i manage to do that, to distance myself so far, to ruin, i can’t, i can’t go home, can’t find it can’t return to it, its evaporated, its no longer part of me? is my heart falling out of my chest? i don’t think i can deal with myself if i’m not there? but where?