Beat to beat.
Repeat.
For all, for all that,
Home ain’t but four walls ‘n a door,
the rest, the rest is shared.
I still got my shit in boxes,
but they’re mine.
I still sleep on the floor,
but it’s mine.
And there’s that death in the family,
and i didn’t believe, I didn’t believe.
but i believe, and I know, and i want,
and i want, and i want.
Beat to beat.
Repeat.
i want to want to want.
and for all the storm-bluster I got,
i want to want to want…
but.
