(Verse 1) I’ve slept in borrowed cities, On trains that don’t ask names, I’ve learned how to smile politely While carrying my weight. I know how to look “together,” I know how to stand tall— But I don’t call that home anymore, Not if I can’t fall. (Pre-Chorus) Home isn’t a roof or a rule I obey, It’s the place where the noise finally fades. (Chorus) Home is where I don’t have to try, Don’t have to earn the air I breathe. Where silence isn’t awkward, And tired still counts as “me.” If the world asks who I’m supposed to be— Home just opens up and lets me be. (Verse 2) Sometimes it’s a quiet morning, Coffee gone cold in my hands, Sometimes it’s a voice that says “You don’t have to understand.” It’s the floor I sit on laughing, When the plan fell through again— Not fixing me, not saving me, Just staying till the end. (Pre-Chorus 2) I’ve chased the word like a finish line, But home was never hard to find. (Chorus) Home is where I don’t have to try, Don’t have to sparkle or pretend. Where breaking down isn’t failure, It’s just how the night begins. If I forget who I’m supposed to be— Home remembers quietly. (Bridge) Maybe home is a habit, Maybe it’s a choice I make— To stop running from myself For someone else’s sake. If I build it out of kindness, Out of rest and honesty, Then maybe home is something I’m finally learning to keep. (Final Chorus – Lift) Home is where I don’t have to shine, Don’t have to win, don’t have to prove. Where being soft is not a weakness, It’s the whole damn truth. If the world keeps pulling at me— Home is where I gently return to me. (Outro) Not a place on a map, Not a name on a door— Just the moment I stop leaving myself anymore.
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