Signs,
There's so many to follow.
I'm not sure which direction to take,
but I can't wait until tomorrow.
There's signs telling me to go with you.
There's signs that'll make me walk alone.
There's one sign that's pointing me towards home.
But,
I thought you were my home.
Well, you were until,
you weren't.
Signs became sciences,
Somethings became nothings,
Home wasn't home,
The signs had it all wrong..
I'm not saying I don't love you,
But the signs are giving me every reason not to.
I decided to go home to something I know'
But
It was another man waiting at the door.
A former friend,
A lover past tense,
Until he leaned in
And I began to kiss him.
The signs had it right all along.
This was my home.
This is where I belong.
I hope the signs don't turn out to be wrong.
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