Just Another

Am I just another pill in your prescription?

Just an empty seat that you're filling?

Just another box on your to-do list?

Just another point that you're proving? 

Am I just another leaf falling?

Just another cat you're calling?

Am I a temporary obsession?

Am I just a sin in your confession?

Am I just a turn that you're taking?

Just another heart you're breaking?

Just another night you're spending?

Just another way to blend in?
Just a number on a scoresheet?

Just another wife to beat?

Am I just part of a tale

That's been told before,

Or when you see me, when you hold me,

Am I something more?

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.