I didn't choose the state I was born in like you didn't choose the day you were born, so don't you tell me how inconvenient I have become.
There's not much more than sentiment that's keeping me, not much case for hanging on. Who says where your belongings are is where you belong?
I think I'd be happy wherever you are and each time I come back, it doesn't seem as far.
I'm kinda disappointed that I only just met you and envious of your home town and everyone that always had you around.
I'm starting to think that it's not the goodbyes but the in-between that gets you down. We've walked the streets of your town a few times now.
God knows how uneasy I feel about change, but the more I come here the more I wanna stay. And I don't know these streets and I don't know the way but this place could be my home if you want me to stay.
You should know that I'm not quite deceiving, just sometimes quick about moving on. Some ghosts need to be hid before they move along. I'm banking on your loneliness and I hope that you take no offense to that. It's nice to be the place where you keep coming back.
And I don't mind my role or your predictable ways. I swear the more you love me, the less I'll be away. And I don't know these streets and I don't know the way, but this place could be my home if you want me to stay.
If you ask me to stay, this place could be my home.