Riley

Tamos

There's a home that is in the middle of nowhere 

It was a home to a family of separated four 

But there was still just one member who stood out 

The son was so peculiar but was perfect enough 

A son not even reaching the age of 10 

Because he wanted to love who he wanted to 

But now the world is empty and he's alone 

People left him behind because he was different 

They wanted him to die because he wasn't the mold 

They wanted him to disappear because he was crooked 

They never loved the kid that deserved it 

And now his ghost stands in the middle of the field 

Where that house had once stood but fell in with him inside 

Now he just stands and feels the wind and sunshine 

Because his hazel eyes glimmer new hope for the future 

He just wanted to be at home 

Because he never found himself a home 

And now he stand forever alone 

But there was always the house located nowhere 

There's a home that is in the middle of nowhere 

And the deal that was made to keep it standing 

Was a deal to allow him to die inside the structure 

It's the place where he knew that he was accepted 

And he ran through the orange door and locking away 

Beating himself down while the bright light outside 

Shone down on his left eye as he cried 

He felt so alone because it seemed that nobody understood 

Why he wore the overalls that his ghost is seen in now 

But it was just so he could feel comfortable in the silence 

Because he liked the sound of the jeans rubbing together 

He wanted to exist because he is someone who stands out 

He longs to exist because he knows that he can make that change 

And when the world empties he's there to hold your hand 

But everyone left him to die in a cold hole where that house had stood 

He just wanted to be at home 

Because he never found himself a home 

And now he stand forever alone 

But there was always the house located nowhere 

And normally I'm not a believer in myths and folklore 

But I saw his ghost pacing and heard him laughing 

And telling jokes to a small, black, and brown stuffed tiger 

Telling it the funniest jokes about the world 

And I could see how he enjoyed the company of himself 

I'm not a believer that the boy had wanted something 

But I can see him smiling as he was laid to rest where he belonged 

And his mother still screams for him to return home 

But he refuses to call home and return to the shackles 

He knows that his happiness makes him stand out the most 

People wanted the boy to fit the mold and be a good boy 

But he didn't fit their mold and he left but he stayed 

Because he stays where he felt love the most 

He and his tiger stay in the rubble 

That once was the house located nowhere 

And people wonder who this boy used to be 

But I only have four words that were given to me 

That little boy that stands where the house used to be 

That boy was me