i just want a place to call my own
i just want a place to call my home
i have no where to belong
misguided and misunderstood
white lines silver skies
cash it in
i want to get away
because running is all ive ever known
they say you have to face your problems
but me id rather dissapear
using a stolen credit card and a match box
i am an enigma
of red hot steam
and yellow teeth
of shattered bones
and nightmares about sleep
