Tribe Friday - Hemma

Some things grow like rips in worn out clothes
Sorry sweetheart, that's just how it goes
First it's there; then it's not
And that's fine, settled, done
Hemma

I was x-teen holding up a pose
"I'm not bleeding, this is just how I float"
And i remember laughing through drags
'Cause oh god damn it was funny to hear you say we won't be growing old
Like it wasn't literal
Hemma

Twenty-something, I'm still trying to patch the holes
You can catch me any single fucking place but home
First we're kids, then we're not
And I'm scared that this is all I got
Hemma
I'm all good it's just been a minute, I–
It's fine if you'd just wait a minute, I–
I'm all good it's just been a minute
I'm home