Cold Bones

Get me the fuck out of Florida
 Get me back to that parking lot
 Let me dwell in my run off thoughts
 I'd be better off but not anywhere
 I need wet feet and harsher air
 Divorced Mothers and bedrooms where I can lay my head
 And the fact that I had even tried
 To change myself erase myself from stories that I wrote
 (Led to fictional)
 Traits to fit a state that I know
 Was opposite but possibly home
 But this place isn't home
 Give me back shitty train tracks and
 Stole cigarettes shared with friends
 School yard fights and the understanding
 From parents that were misunderstood
 Despite their efforts of doing good
 I miss the dead grass and broken wood
 That surrounded the whole
 House that I would come to find
 Would represent the first that I made and truly loved
 (It's not enough to)
 Change what's in the back of my mind
 Despite the things that I've grown to like
 And I know it's easier here to get by on my own
 But I'd rather be in a hole at home
 And this place isn't home
 Cold bones
 You can't take the cold out of my bones
 When they're brittle and they're old
 They'll break and fall like snow
 Thick and heavily stick to a Long Island street until
 (I'm swept away)
 Decaying and waiting for
 3 months of growth to force new times to come
 (But for now I'm just)
 Burning every inch of my skin
 (Cold)
 Waiting for the summer to end
 (Bones)
 And I'm not naive to the fact that the choice is my own
 Just right now I found something to grow
 But this place isn't home
 Cold bones.