where is home?

My god, you're pathetic

Look at yourself

Stop. Stop hurting yourself.

You are a fool

A fool to believe that everything is possible

Open your eyes, sweetheart

Open them, yes, just a little more

This is it, this is the world

Its ugly, isn't it?

Now pack up your cigarettes and pack up your tears

We're driving back home, where the world seems just a little bit smaller

Where lullabies are sung through tired lips of Mother

Not out here where your demons lurk around the corners

Sweetheart, let's go home where rainy days are spent under warm covers

Back home where Father used to smoke in the front porch at 2AM

Not out here where guitars gently weep of sad songs

Not out here where you're vulnerable and naked and scared about everything

Not out here where your very own thoughts haunt you on cold sleepless nights

Let's go back home, please.

I'm freezing out here

Let's go back home where lips meet foreheads bidding us a sweet goodnight along with the stars, a mothers kiss that lasts till morning.

Not out here where lips instead meet the tail end of a cigarette, a kiss that lasts just under two fragile hurting minutes

Not out here, oh, please, no. Not anymore.

I'm so scared.

I am so scared.

My god, where is home?