Every time [bad word] back home
I get this feeling I'm alone
Yet all the streets are all the same
And all my friends still know my name

I wonder when I'm at my door
Will this key work anymore
Does someone else now live inside

I think before returning died
I don't know if I'll be back this time
Sometimes I wish that it were cold
And I had someone warm to hold
To watch the clouds move through the skies

To keep my feelings occupied
I'd never thought I'd want to leave
I thought I had all that I need
Yet my apartment feels so small
When [bad word] home and no one's called

I don't know if I'll be back this time
I don't know if I'll be back this time
I might just stay here with you