home by Indigo Tempestai walk around in this place
knowing i have it always to come back to
whatever that means
i know my friends are there for me
most of the time
when the people i love most are afraid to yell at my indecision
it's a backward kind of understanding
that makes me willing to fade away
i know these people in this town
sometimes they call me strange
sometimes they call me smart
sometimes they call me hippie, loser, bitch, dyke
i know these people have roots so tangled with mine
they are part of me and struggling to be free
or whatever that means
these are the people i will run to
these are the people that will hold my head
in this town. 12/29/2001 Posted on 12/29/2001 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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