Back Seat Hotel - Home

Strolling along, a familiar smell
Catching snowflakes with my tongue
Thinking this town hasn't changed a bit
After all those painful years
Is it foolish of me to think eventually
Time has stopped as I turned my back?
But I see worn out face after worn out face
I'm a stranger in this awkward place

Guess I'm home
A place I used to call home

There's a pull out couch and a lot of junk
That keeps me from falling asleep
Fading memories of the good old times
Change has never been this scary to me
The posters on the wall are broken mirrors of my youth
Unsatisfied and unable to move
This lingering bitter taste became my own worst enemy
I might act like everything is ok

But It's not
It's not a place I call home

And I know this sounds ungrateful (I'm sorry)
I really wish that I was stronger (So sorry)
But I can't push down (I'm sorry)
That feeling any longer (So sorry)
Can't push down (Can't push down)
That feeling any longer
I'm not home (Home)
Hoooooomeeee
Hoooooomeeee

Written by:
Armin Sattler

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