When all your childhood sits
In an old shoebox in the closet
For a size that supposedly fit so long ago
Wrap with care in tissue, tuck away for safe keeping
Suppressed it's best a secret
Pressed inside the sneakers
My toes were cramped and folded
Like notes we had exchanged
Corners bent, we cut them
I'm sad to see them go
We have outgrown our innocent skins
And shed them from our bones
We shed them from our bones
We don't even know why our lives are spent
Searching for our homes
When it's right where we were born
Housed a diorama, a gradeschool book report
You said you liked the man taped inside the walls
A world we had created with scissors, crayons, and paper
I didn't think twice until now
We have outgrown our innocent skins
And shed them from our bones,
We shed them from our bones
We don't even know why our lives are spent
Searching for our homes
When it's right where we were born
Right under our noses, Right where we were born
We have outgrown our innocent skins
And shed them from our bones...
We don't even know why our lives are spent
Searching for our homes...
We have outgrown our innocent skins
And shed them from our bones
We shed them from our bones
We don't even know why our lives are spent
Searching for our homes
When it's right where we were born
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