Airport Floors

Wandering the streets It seems, til the end of time How did this life end up being mine? Thinking "Can I eat or will I starve again tonight?" I'd be better off losing my mind I need a place to sleep But don't have anywhere in mind I'm searching but I feel blind When dirty bathroom stalls and airport floors become your bed You feel a little dead inside A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me A place to call my own where I can dream And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities When home is there accepting me for me Wandering the streets Along the solid yellow lines How did this life end up being mine? Fingers point at me And they don't think they caught my eye They laugh about how I didn't even try To turn my life around when it got hard, believe me I did And I had to shed some tears A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me A place to call my own where I can dream And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities When home is there accepting me for me You'll never know the toll that desolation takes on someone Who put their heart and soul into a life that ended up wasting away A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me A place to call my own where I can dream And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities When home is there accepting me for me But home is something that I'll never see Cause I'm accepting who I'll never be