Once I coped, but then I never stopped enough to notice how bad it was That place was not my home My home is where I'm welcomed by the daylight and people today Where I fell in love with her with every thought I knew to be mine I'm fluent in self deprecating lines, though she made me believe in my design again Now I'll try to put it in perspective like I know I should And every day I'll replay all the times you say that I am "perfect" Like the night when you said to "fall asleep" as you would "stay awake, to keep me safe" I'm smiling at our names on the page (And look ahead to better days) Now they are the same