In Any Place
It's been months since he's been gone
But he hasn't bought a thing
How long 'till he leaves before
He remembers anything?
They brought themselves into his house
And left what they could bring
What he sees when he's asleep
Oh, it isn't what he sees
The blank rooms impose upon
His youthful memories
This is what it is, but it isn't home
It is what it is, but it isn't home
It's been months since he's been gone
But hasn't done a thing
Should he fall upon the wall
He'll be swallowed by this place
He can lay down anywhere
Lay his head down anywhere
This is what it is, but it isn't home
It is what it is, but it isn't home
Writer/s: Ghost Cousin
