Darcy wanted to read this so its very old but its not incredibly terrible i suppose.
the mornings breathing/a second chance/into the lungs/of the west coast/and i am weary/from the travels/in my head
I'm leaving/and receiving/my bread for the day/I'm pacing/and retracing/every step of the way/and I'm dying to see myself pull through
the west coast dream/died when i took a trip out there/and tried to figure myself out/there were sunsets/watching the pacific/and when you closed your eyes/you could see yourself there
I'm trading/whats worth trading/i never forsook myself, till now/and I'm ready to be/on my own,without you
thoughts like this/can't fit in a 3x5
but if you wanna get the picture/imagine me without you/
and is this home/is this just home away from home/and are you home/i remember you were never home/always had to keep on moving/because you were afraid of losing/to much of yourself/won't you lose your self just this once