The Summer's colder in your arms. I'll find a home away from harm And, god forbid, try to feel better. Terrified of what I'll find, Unanswered questions in my mind Or maybe I'm not meant to feel so put together. Oh, the ride home. I'll look out your window, See a world I hate to loathe. From what I know, this place I call home Makes me shrivel as I grow. A head well hung Words weighing tons Learning each day why I'll never see my friends uncross their arms Unending doubt Thoughts caught in drought But I can rest because the rainbow kids all have it figured out Unwaivered tongues Words best unsung But I still sing, it brings me comfort. Oh, the ride home. I'll look out your window, See a world I hate to loathe. But what I know is this place I call home Is all I want to see grow.