Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Lately I’ve found that something’s been unsaid
Forgotten old rooms in my heart and my head
I’ve thought to myself all I’ve ever revealed
Was a perfect invention
What feels like home
Is a hole to sink down into
Intimate sharing and inventory
Showing to strangers what friends haven’t seen
I’ll rework what is true and inflate what is me
To keep myself grounded
What feels like home
Is a hole to sink down into
I’ve never questioned the words in my head
The ones I can’t find or the ones that I meant
The absolute truth is impossible to tell
And what’s true sounds like lies now
What feels like home
Is a hole to sink down into