I haven't reallt evr found a place that I call home,
I never stick around quite long enough to make it.
I apologize that once again I'm not in love,
but it is not as if I mind that your heart ain't eaxctly breaking.

It's just a thought, only a thought.

But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy.
Well, I deserve nothing more than I get cause
nothing I have is truly mine.

I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea,
to travel the world alone and live more simply.
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
cause there's really nothing left here to stop me.

While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down.
While I am so afraid of fail so I won't even try.
Well, how can I say I'm alive when everything I
own is for rent?