My Own
Whoa
Oh Yeah
Eh I call this my own
The place I go
These are the broken bones
I used to build my home
This isn't where I thought'd I'd be
But I call it my own
These are unfinished poems
I used to build my room
This isn't who I thought I'd be
But I call this my own
Alright
I never said
That I would like this place I made
I never said
I never said
That I would like this place
I made
Follow me
There is a place in my head
Where you can't come in here yet
There is a place in my head
That I made
Where you can't come follow me
These are the broken bones
I used to build my home
This isn't where thought'd I'd be
But I call it my own
These are unfinished poems
I used to build my room
This isn't who I thought I'd be
But I call these words my own
Home
Yeah
You never said
What's it look like from the outside?
Could you even see the light?
What's it look like from the outside?
Can you even tell what's wrong or right?
From the outside
These are the broken bones
I used to build my home
This isn't where I thought'd I'd be
But I call it my own
These are unfinished poems
I used to build this room
This isn't who I thought I'd be
But I call this my own
My own
Oh Yeah
Eh I call this my own
The place I go
These are the broken bones
I used to build my home
This isn't where I thought'd I'd be
But I call it my own
These are unfinished poems
I used to build my room
This isn't who I thought I'd be
But I call this my own
Alright
I never said
That I would like this place I made
I never said
I never said
That I would like this place
I made
Follow me
There is a place in my head
Where you can't come in here yet
There is a place in my head
That I made
Where you can't come follow me
These are the broken bones
I used to build my home
This isn't where thought'd I'd be
But I call it my own
These are unfinished poems
I used to build my room
This isn't who I thought I'd be
But I call these words my own
Home
Yeah
You never said
What's it look like from the outside?
Could you even see the light?
What's it look like from the outside?
Can you even tell what's wrong or right?
From the outside
These are the broken bones
I used to build my home
This isn't where I thought'd I'd be
But I call it my own
These are unfinished poems
I used to build this room
This isn't who I thought I'd be
But I call this my own
My own
Credits
Writer(s): David Swillum
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