Home is where boredom is 

This is the city where I grew up, this is the sidewalk where I ran and you were my [bad word] mark (yeah), but it was time for change and I don’t regret. Don’t try to recapture me even if sometimes I miss you. Nothing can hold me back there. Every day’s a new step I make to move away from you. Home is where boredom is. Your world isn’t mine anymore. And the time’s flying. Home is where boredom is. There is a border between you and me now, a border between you and me. All those stuff are now behind me because that city won’t wait for me.