Admiral

The Summer's colder in your arms.
 I'll find a home away from harm
 and, god forbid, try to feel better.
 Terrified of what I'll find,
 unanswered questions in my mind
 or maybe I'm not meant to feel so put together.
 Oh, the ride home. I'll look out your window,
 see a world I hate to loathe.
 From what I know, this place I call home
 makes me shrivel as I grow.
 A head well hung
 Words weighing tons
 Learning each day why I'll never see my friends uncross their arms
 Unending doubt
 Thoughts caught in drought
 But I can rest because the rainbow kids all have it figured out
 Unwaivered tongues
 Words best unsung
 But I still sing, it brings me comfort.
 Oh, the ride home. I'll look out your window,
 see a world I hate to loathe.
 But what I know is this place I call home
 is all I want to see grow.