Dear Seattle - Shards

The plaster cries from the cracks on my skin
The need of burns deep within
I've done all I can in the face of misery
If I do this deed please set me free

(I never wanted to be what you wanted me to be)
And I guess there's the point, I've always tried to make
(I never wanted to be what you want of me)

And God
Hhave I craved just a little adjustment?
But every time I try to adjust
It'll always bring me back to them
To that house with the doors
All shaped and contorted to welcome me
And I know...this is home
This is, this is home
And I know, all the things that I did when I was young
But this is, this is home

(These shattered pieces in my mind
And these shattered people in my life)

Cos I remember what it felt like when things used to be okay
(I thought maybe i could get away from home)
But now it's getting hard to know
That things aren't gonna get better for days