If we lived at an earlier point
Would we be there already gone

It feels like we've been here before
But we've been gone all along
It seems like all of our lives were clear
But we've been living all wrong

I can see now that the past is gone
This area isn't home
Does this fight need to go on and on
This area isn't home

The garbage flies out in the night
While fires burn into dawn
Another wrong won't make this right
Tell me whose side are you on

Home is everything

Wipe the blood off of your face
To see you look a lot like me

I need an area of my own