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I cant move out, it was a trap all along

Once you call it your home you never want to leave

You don’t want to pack up all your baggage

You won’t let yourself repaint all the walls

Trying to cover where you’ve picked and scratched it all off

I don’t want to leave this house because the windows keep me safe

They block out all the sunlight so I have the right lighting to write

The block out all the voices and the headaches

But they block them from the outside

Which is just what I need

And what I want

And what I’m used to now

So I wouldn’t have it any other way

I mean I can’t

But if i could I’d probably choose to keep it the same

Because you never want to move out of your home

I would never choose to be sane

Taylor