I was born in this place.
I was born here and raised.
And now I'm leaving home,
'Cause home's not the place I know.
I'm searching for a place
To sow my seeds of disgrace.
And from them may grow
The stems of feelings I know.
I want to love. I want to feel.
I want to forget we insist this is real.
I'm not imperfect, but I'm not far off.
I seek clearer air. I want to shake my cough.