Tekst
Some days I'm lonely
And some days I'm not
Some days I am only
A little bit sad, not a lot
How do you?
How do you make a home?
What to do?
'Cause I never stay too long
Every house looks the same in my dreams
Every house feels like home for a couple weeks
I've been running 'round tryna find a place where I can breathe
But me, oh, my
I found you under an April sky
And you feel like
City life, apple pie baked just right
Home is wherever you are tonight
Some days I feel empty, oh-oh
And some days feel whole
Some day we can be in the same city
Some day we'll be grown and I'll be
Fine with packing up
Cardboard boxes filled and sad farewells
And I'll be fine with that goodbye
As long as I don't say goodbye to you as well
'Cause every house looks the same in my dreams
Every house feels like home
For a couple weeks I've been running 'round tryna find a place where I can breathe
But me, oh, my
I found you under an April sky
And you feel like
City life, apple pie baked just right
Home is wherever you are tonight
Let's rent a place
Two rooms with windows facing
Buildings and fire escapes
Might be no AC
A little bit cramped but see
If I'm with you, it's okay
Me, oh, my
I found you under an April sky
And you feel like
City life, apple pie baked just right
Home is wherever you are tonight
