"why does alone feel so at home?"

Posted April 17, 2008

ive been wash out, run dry
dried up and passed by.
this road keeps running from me,
it seems the end never gets closer.

lets just walk this one out dear,
hold my hand and ill hold yours.
"how long?" you ask "until he says stop",
i know its hard thats why its called love.

my face is blistered from the wind,
lips cracked and bled to a wither.
my feet tough and oh so tired,
but still my hand so steadfast.

turning my head to my left,
i watched the road get a little bit longer.
i was speaking to the wind and a hole in my chest,
the earth was silent and i died inside.

i lift my chin to face the horizon,
tears lining the dust on my face.
being strong my burden to bear,
when alone is home you always feel outta place.