The way I find home

Sometimes I just want out. Sometimes I can't stand the cage I've built for myself.
Sometimes I can't stand not to just fuck up and just be for right now and for what it might not ever be.

Sometimes I get bored.
Bored with myself
Bored with you
Bored with this work
With blue goddamn sky

and I don't know how to keep myself entertained.
sometimes I go a little feral when I haven't had enough sleep,
A little wild.
It's so easy to see so clearly my wooded path home.
But sometimes I get a little bit lonely for something no person could ever be
Today's one of those tired empty days when nothing what could fill my cup
When nobody got an answer for me
Ain't no place that I can really call my own ever.
And I feel a little bit jealous of and I wonder if there's anyone who really does ever feel home.

I want out. So I'll find my way.
With or without you, I kinda don't care.
You don't have the answers and neither do I.
It's up to you whether you can be okay with the way I find home.