When I come home to my hometown,
I'm not sure which part of me still expects you to be around.
Same old faces, same old feelings,
But not nostalgia, I'm not revisiting, I am breathing
But not for youth cos we're still young and not for boredom,
Droughts of hope, I'm feeling like the only one
Who couldn't make it out of here alive.
I'm still trying to figure out which part it is
Of me that died, to screw this place
And curse their bones, I'm in a lodging room
Because I no longer have a home.
I had a nest, and now it's gone.
I know I said this in a song before
But, fuck it - "Life goes on."
I'll have my youth culture forever.
You'll have your youth culture forever.
He'll have his youth culture forever.
She'll have her youth culture forever.
