Take a left and you're on Westfork
Up the hill there with the red door
Time has not been kind
No, it's not been
I heard that Katie had a few kids
I can't remember why we drifted
I, I'm still a child
I'm that kid
I want a corner of my own mind
Where I can split my time
So I'm not left behind
Am I ever gonna feel at home
Tell me if I'm ever gonna fit that mold
Half of me is jealous of the half that's grown
No, I can't win
I can see them with my eyes closed
Pretty pictures in a slideshow
Summer of 05
I left it all for something colder
Said I'll be back when I get older
Why bother with it now
Why bother
I want a corner of my own mind
Where I can split my time
So I'm not left behind
No, I'm never gonna feel at home
I'm never gonna fit that god damn mold
Half of me is jealous of the half that's grown
No, I can't win
No, I'm never gonna feel at home
Middle of the sea's where I belong
Caught between the gravel and the cobblestones
No, I can't win
If I could the mess time line up a little
It wouldn't be so lonely in the middle
