Home Three Years Ago

It was just three years ago

I didn't want to go home

But I didn't know

Where else there was to go.

I wanted to drive

To a world full of strangers.

I wanted to drive

To a world full of danger.

To be honest,

I wanted to drive

Straight of the road.

It was just three years ago

Nowhere really felt like home,

But it was far too late

To find someplace else to go.

It was just three years ago

People felt like spiders

Words tasted like smoke

And my mind

Was a dangerous place to go.

Now here I stand,

Safe at last,

No more a slave

To my past,

My home is on my arm

And on my lips.

Now here I stand,

I'm not afraid;

At night I have someplace to go

At last.