kind, kind home

Run away
I think I lost a kind, kind home
It's my fault, I ran away
Even though I wished to stay
Fall in love
Much too fast too fresh too stale
Wild flowers bloomed one day
We held them tight
But they died in my hands
Sweet, sweet one

You feel—you feel ashamed
You're a dropout, a ghost girl
Just drifting in this town
You're not bad, I'm just tired and sad
I am scared and I am shy but
I've learned acting from my dad
I am scared and I am shy but
Maybe that's not bad
Wandering around
In the rain on my sister's bike

Feeling numb and feeling all alone
I will try to be a kind, kind home
Home
Home
Home