These days are dark and the nights are cold 
People acting like they lost their soul 
And everywhere I go I see another person like me 
Trying to make it all feel like home 
 
Standing on the bridge in the dark 
And I'm seeing my breath 
Trying to make it home without freezing to death 
And my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind and how 
Seeing him tonight's gonna be the last time 
I should've brought a jacket 
Blowing in my hands 
Like it's really gonna stop the chill 
I buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill 
thinking "Laying in that box people look so still"
At times like these you start thinking 
Your first breath in and the clock starts ticking 
I'm not trying to bum anyone out 
Not trying to be dramatic just thinking out loud 
I'm just trying to make some sense in my mind 
Some defense from the cold that I'm feeling outside 
And for a minute escape with some rhythm and rhyme and 
Get away from the grey with just a bit at a time

Kinda funny how this world can treat you 
Like a freak in a sideshow a carnival creature 
Climbing outta cans 
I'm a diamond in the sand 
But you can't tell the difference on a beach full of rhinestones 
My life's like trying to swallow a pinecone 
It's tough when you live fast just to die slow 
Talk to dial tones 
My dreams are far-fetched 
It seems so I sleep underneath this park bench 
I know it don't make sense 
And I don't expect you to know what it's like 
Smoke drink [bad word] 
Sniffing everything in my sight 
Push rocks in a pipe, liftoff 
I keep puffin 'til my lips turn white and my chest gets tight 
But who the [bad word] really cares 
when you're so far left behind that even death looks right 
All I can do is hope for the best and pray 
That it gets a little better than yesterday

These days are dark and the nights are cold 
People acting like they lost their soul 
And everywhere I go I see another person like me 
Trying to make it all feel like home

Pardon me I think I'm next to url 
Too many problems going on that's why I left my girl 
Packed my bags and traveled with a pen and a notepad  [bad word] that I was broken and all the things that I don't have 
But still I try to find a way to escape 
From all the hate planted in my head 
which lead to mistakes 
But now I'm breaking the mold see I was patient and calm 
Many sleep in the rain but I'm awake in the storm 
Writing my life 
In a short film "The Rise and Fall"
How I managed to scorch hills 
And climb the walls 
Pound pavement 
Aimless in the cold existence 
Even thought things are changing I'm going the distance  [bad word] the doubt that had controlled for so long 
And put it all behind me 'cause life still goes on 
Now I'm much stronger and know where I stand 
While lost souls search over and over again

These days are dark and the nights are cold 
People acting like they lost their soul 
And everybody's trying not to cry 
trying to get by 
And trying not to feel out of control 
And if you look hard enough 
Sometimes you'll find a place 
that might just remind you of home 
But if it doesn't feel like home 
You can do what I do 
Just pretend you don't feel so alone

Feel like home...