Familiar Road

Last night I dreamed,

You wouldn’t met me past your door.

Lots of pretty people in your house,

A place I’m not invited anymore.

Well I tried to lie my way through but you still asked me to leave,

You turned your back on me, but I ain’t got no other place to go.

See I’ve been living in your heart for some time,

Then you go and kick me to the street, act so mean,

And now, I ain’t got a dime of sympathy to my name.

But that’s alright, that’s ok, because I still remember the road on which I came.

Tonight I scream, from across the town,

Cursing you and this city for having no pity on a second start.

The heat is stirring me to believe that freedom isn’t cheap,

And the coast may be a leap but it’s saving me.

The quarters start to shrink, which leads me to think,

Of counting down to getting out, and I don’t wanna shout,

But if you doubt the wrong you laid on me then that can only be described as a shame.

But that’s alright, that’s ok, because I still remember the road on which I came to you.