I'M NOT HOME

I got a stick and poke house on my ankle
It's turned upside down when it's seen from my angle
I got a fever for places to come
But I'm stuck in the present, the past at my tongue

I was always scared to
Call couldn't face how
I left you in flames
Carried all of the shame
Now you broke your finger
And I just wanna be there
But I'm not around and you can't chase me down 'cause

I'm
Not
Home
I'm
Not
Home
(eight years in and I come out halfway)
I'm
Not
Home
(eight years in and I come out halfway)
I'm
Not
Home

I'm always dreamin' of trips in my car
But it's deep in the junkyard
They ripped out the parts
I got a fiending for stories you tell
How you laugh with yourself when you're doing it well

Flew to the city
Couldn't take you with me
I ran, I had fun
I blacked out, I felt young but
You're stuck alone in
Storms you were born in
And I'm swimming back, what if I'm losing track of you?

I'm
Not
Home
I'm
Not
Home
I'm
Not
Home
(eight years in and I come out halfway)
I'm
Not
Home



Credits
Writer(s): Christa Santos, Laura Shkouratoff
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