22 Degrees

It was 22 degrees
I put my shit in boxes
I told my folks I'm coming home
To a town that has left me so broken down and bent
With so many broken hearted photographs in my mind that I can't shed
And every late night out on Oakwood's been swept away by the train tracks
That I never thought my love could disown
It was 22 degrees
I told my folks I'm coming home

And I just want home to feel like home again
A distant state of mind that I can't hold
And I can't hold the weight of the summer in this Christmas cold
Where it doesn't even matter anymore

When I passed that street, I knew this was more than I bargained for
When I awoke in my bed, I knew this was more than I bargained for
When I picked up my friends, we drove to the city
An excuse just to get away from the shitty things
That I left behind in this village I loved
Where I stored all my cries, because I've dealt with them enough
And then I moved to college to start a new chapter
"I'll deal with my woes at the end of the semester"
I made it this far, I'm back where I started
In a cloud way too dark, in a rainstorm of incongruity
And I knew this was more than I bargained for

And every single step that I take collapses on itself and my own personal hell
Is a collection of outdated reasons to wake up way too tired
And this bed is full of spiders as I lie to myself
And say I'm passed all of this bullshit, when It's too bottled up to tell
And this place brings out the worst in me, it exposes what I hide
The remnants of a shattered boy who fucked up his own mind
But I know that if I promise not to repeat this mental pattern
I can drive past that street and the past won't matter

But for now I'll just take a deep breath
There's a lot of shit that I'm clearly not over yet
And I just want home to feel like home again
I just want home to feel like home again