Nomad

(Album: This Is Weird - 2020)

I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home

As my adversaries become dead and buried, I'm alone
I'm preparing the obituary, but it's bittersweet that they're gone
At the moment, I got too much time for over analyzing all my flaws
Stress-eating all this Ben & Jerry's, [?] need a [?]
I just want to roll, I just want to go
I pack my bags, but jet lag keeps me slow
I don't know what I should keep and let go
I don't know who I am down to my soul

I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home
I don't know a place right now that I belong
I don't know a place right now that feels like home

Shit ain't been the same since 2012, I felt that hell
Hot summer, as I had to sleep on Jason's floor, with my belongings in a bag, know what I hated more
My family evicted, couldn't go back to college 'cause I owed some tuition for taking a leave of absence the prior semester
Father swore that I was flunking out, when he refused to send me money on the phone, I started bugging out
Then we ain't talk for like two years, till my sister's graduation, my friends lacked empathy for my dire situation
Not a man, but had to man up, find a loft apartment in Brooklyn, a small room, I couldn't stand up
Had a girlfriend that loved me for who I was, little did she know, he was tryna' find who he is
If I could take it back, I don't know if I'd do it different, but she punched me in the stomach, broke up with her, ate the tears
This might be the first time, I detailed the worst times, now I feel old as fuck, can't get back the years
I'm crying as I'm writing these words, Black Pearl, trying to fight this curse
It gets harder trying to write these songs when I can't even name a thing that I really fucking care about
Used to think home was the place you called your parent's house, I was fucking wrong, and I know that line gon' trigger my mother
But if home is where the heart is, and I'm supposed to be a smart kid, why do I keep looking in these places I get [?]?
Liquor makes me a bad friend, drinking makes me feel like giving up the admin of my whole life
I'm not feeling fine anymore, my family isn't mine anymore
Rhode Island isn't mine anymore, New York isn't mine anymore, Big Apple, and I'm dying at the core

Fuck!