Blessings

I'm starting to forget my home

Whenever I feel sad these days
I remember the smell of my home
The warmth of my mothers hands
The street I used to live on
The mistakes my friends and I have made
The ones I lost
The many I still have
The nights I lay dizzy with my youth
The spare moments between every sweet nothing
At 5
At 13
At 20
Oh god, I've been away for so long
Sometimes it's just really nice
To love and be loved