Moving out

There's no missing home, if you've found one within you

It ends how it begins and begins just the same,

Today, I'm happy to be here.

I'm happy my home is not like yours,

Here, candles swing low from chandeliers too heavy,

Roses in bloom, kisses from the moon,

Swing and twirl with no music to play.

It's nothing like yours,

Like chalk and cheese,

But I come back here day after day.

Sure it's lonely, my room is cold,

But it's better than what it has been before,

Things with my father have always been distant

My earliest memory rests on his shoulders,

Now it's reverse, and the only thing I know

This home is different, I live here more.

It's okay, it's fine, it's still a home,

Four walls, a floor, a roof above

My mother still sings in two hour phone calls,

My sister still blinks in her sleep.

I've made this my cradle, I'd like to stay,

I'd like to get used to standing on my feet.