Feel like home

these days are dark and the nights are cold,
people acting like they lost there soul,
and everywhere i go i see another person like me,
trying to make it all feel like home.(x2)

Standing on a bridge in the dark and im seeing my breath,
trying to make it home with out freezing to death,
and my grandfathers face is stuck in my mind,
and how seeing him tonight is going to be the last time.
I should of brought a jacket,
blowing in my hands like its really going to stop the chill,
i buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill,
thinking layin' in that box people look so still,

At times like these you start thinkin',
your first breath in and the clock starts tickin',
im not try to bumm anyone out,
not tryin' to be drammatic just thinking out loud.
im just tryin' to make sence in my mind,
some defence from the cold that im feeling outside,
and for a minute this gig was some rythem and ryhme,
and get away from the grey just a bit at a time.

Yeh, kinda funny how this world can treat you,
like a freak at a side show a carnival creature,
cimbing out of cans im a diamond in the sand,
but you cant tell the diffrence on a beach full of Rhinestones.
my lifes like trying to swallow a pinecone,
its tough when you live fast just to die slow,
talk to doubt tones my dreams are far fetched,
its seems so i sleep underneath this park bench.
I know it dont make sence and i dont expect,
for you to know what its like smoke, drink, piss, sniff,
every thing in my sight push rocks in my pipe,
lift off ill keep puffing 'till my lips turn white,
and my chest is tight but who the fuck really cares,
when your so far up that even death looks right,
all i can do is hope for the best and pray,
that it gets a little better then yesterday.

these days are dark and the nights are cold,
people acting like they lost there soul,
and everywhere i go i see another person like me,
trying to make it all feel like home.(x2)

Yo,part of me i can think im next to hurl,
to many problems goin' on thats why i left my girl,
packed my bags and i traveld with a pen on my notepad,
it said i was wrote in all the things that i dont have,
but still i try to find away to escape,
from what i hate plan it in my head wich led to mistakes,
but now my, break in the most the adults paciently called,
many sleep in the grim but im the break in the storm,
right in my life in the short film the rise and fall ,
how i manage to scorch hills and cilmb the wall,
funds paid the endlless the cold egsistans,
even the things that change that change end up goin a distance,
over come the doubt that had control for so long,
i put it all behind me 'cuz life still goes on,
now im much stronger and i know where i stand,
now the lost soul search is on over and over again.

these days are dark and the nights are cold,
people acting like they lost there soul,
and everybody try not to cry tryin,
go bye and tryin not to feel out of control,
and if you look hard enough somtimes you'll find,
a place that might remind you of home ,
or if i doesnt feel like home,
you can do what i do,
just pretent you dont feel so alone.

feel like home(x7)