sybil

being home can rock,
unless you are in my actual town
how can it be that in such a small town
you can never come across the people you want

i heard your voice today, just as i remember it
but it wasn't my answering machine
and i couldn't pick it up
it was painful to know you were right there
for me to talk to
and i couldn't do shit about it
it's been over a year
but hearing you, seems like just yesterday
i can't seem to shake your ghost

in my town
there's sketchy old fucks in a smoky room
consuming dirty dust and cheap beer
spouting rambling useless tales
no amount of drunk could make me feel at home
in my own town