with more than best friends, family
I needed to remember that they were real and that there are people that make me feel at home.
Lonely and disconnected because I thought I could do without them
I thought I could make new friends
and that didn't happen
I lost myself being bored with new friends
just for the sake of having friends
I'll never make friends like these people and that could be disheartening
because there is only so much I can take reruns of souls conversations
before I ask whats wrong with me why cant I make friends
But I'll never lose these ones, they are a part of me
Its remembering what it's like to be full
he's not the only one to fill my tank
Home is where your heart rests,
and you can go on and give it away to boys who say they love you
and you can break your own heart alone in a studio
and your heart can become discoloured in the rain
but when you come home, it replenishes your heart.
refills, repatches your heart and then some
allowing you go back on the road, to give more love to the masses, search for more heartache,
I am a whole human
backed by an army of old souls
and I will not forget what got me here
it was them
the heidis, dakotas, taylors of the world.
I'm moving forward.
