Home

Empty house

Walls filled with colours

A Double bed

And one pillow

One table

No chair

No curtains

On the window

That's where I live

That's where I write my songs

This is different

From my home

Same streets

Different faces

It's hard to get out

In the dark

Same food

But tastes different

Here words' got

Different meanings too

That's where I live

And that's where I write my songs

This place

It ain't my home!