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If you want to see the future, my friend
Look elsewhere kid; oh you better look somewhere else
Because there is nothing here, nothing
Just a barren cemetery, of something once great
But now is filled with only loneliness and despair
I’ve been doing my best to escape it
For all the years that I have been alive
But I feel compelled to return after a while
And at least say hello to my friends and family
Meet up with my friends at the best bar in town
Every Wednesday night we like to get together
And drink those pitchers of beer down
And if all goes well that night I will black out
I will somehow wake in my bed at my parent’s house
It’s nothing new; it’s the only way we deal with it
It’s the only way we make amends with the fact
That there is nothing here for us, and never will be
We are all trying to escape, trying to find a new home
Still even the lucky ones, like me, who got to leave
Find themselves returning a little too often
I almost seem to miss it when I’ve been gone too long
Not exactly making peace, but I don’t hate it anymore
I just know that I don’t fit in there, I don’t fit in
It’s definitely not a place for me, not where I belong
So I’m keep trying to pretend that I’ll escape permanently
But every time I think of the times we all shared
I feel myself getting homesick and missing it more and more
And I know it won’t be too much longer
But it will feel like an eternity until I return
And I will call upon my friends on a Wednesday night
And we will go hit the bar and drink our lager down
We will complain about this shit-hole town
It’s a vicious circle that will never end
It’s definitely a never-ending love-hate relationship

hmm... i hear you, man. funny that we only remember the good things. we get homesick, we go back... and regret it within the first ten minutes...

something i wrote from the same source of inspiration:

"time has a way of making ways shorter
time has a way of making things smaller"

i guess "home" is a moveable place. best when you can carry it inside.