"If home is where the heart is
then we're all just fucked
I can't remember
And I want it so bad
I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins
I can't remember
The good old days
And it's kind of funny
The way we're wearing anchors on our shirts
When being anchored or bored
just feels like a curse"
Sometimes I miss home a lot.
Like now.
I need to get this out of my system. Whatever "this" may be.
It is what it is.
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