this place

I come from nobody’s hometown
but they all say it’s what they’ve been out searching for
stay a while, “it’s not a place to raise a family”
then go back to where they had come running from

you all say I turned out fine
but I’m still searching for what you all came to find

every corner is a story i’ve begged my mind to erase
and if I let myself
i’ll spend forever trying to love this place

teenage years of empty parks, emptier bottles
sterile white walls meant to fix me caving in
no football fields, girlfriends
or what I was meant to dream of
If I could I would trade it out in a heartbeat

you all say I turned out fine
but i’ll always be searching for what i’m too grown to find

every corner is a story i’ve begged my mind to erase
and If I let myself
I’ll spend forever trying to love this place

what a blessing to have something to lose
all this gratitude feels more like a noose

every corner is a story i’ve begged my mind to erase
and if I let myself
i’ll spend forever trying to love this place

and i’m terrified of changing
is it worse to stay the same?
and if I let myself
i’ll spend forever trying to leave this place