I thought when I came home for Christmas, my bed would feel just as warm; I'd sneak some box wine with my brother and it'd be just like before. So we drank and played Gamecube in the basement and I forgot why I used to hate him. But all my things were inside boxes and I noticed it was cold out. My parents move out in the spring so where do I call home now?
I went to see some high school friends, the winter drive was wonderful. I came feeling nostalgic but just left feeling uncomfortable. Was I ever content if I don't like my friends? I told you, old friend, when I saw you that I missed you so much; That's a lie, I haven't even thought about you once.
Maybe my standards are too high; But if I don't feel safe, then where am I?