I’ve gone so many miles and still I’m in the same city

I don’t know if I like getting Déjà vu off of all my old routes home

Here and now becomes less permanent; it’s all soon to change

I’d appreciate some control

Each address a reset household; markings of my failures

I can’t promise I can make it work (promises are gifts humans should not possess)

But I will make something for you

I will work hard so you never share this worry, this shame, this blame someone can only give themselves

I will give you a home, and it will be no ones but ours.