I went to a coffee shop. It was really nice there, I had a lot of fun. I kept on going there, It started to feel familiar. I went there when they yelled at me, I went there when i felt numb, I went there when i had nothing to do, I went there when i was at my highest. And i wanted to try something new this time. I went to a different coffee shop. Weird? Its a bit, too noisy in here. The light from outside isnt coming in. I dont know, something's off. I quickly left, And went to another one. This one had way too many people, they were way too loud, though it was ok. I wont ever visit it again. I kept on, Going and trying But nothing felt like MY coffee shop. Its not really mine, but in my head its all i have When i walked inside, I felt weird. I felt like i betrayed it But it felt nice, Because it didnt attack me for coming back to it. It just poured light into its walls, It shined inside Its not popular, Its not a club, Its not something everyone wants or- can handle But its mine, Its home