My Old Petersburg Road

A lot of people,
have a safe place right?
They have a place,
to escape.
They have a place,
to be free.

There's a place,
I can escape to.
There's a place,
I can be free.

Comfortable,
lively.
Safe,
inviting.

Beaded doorway,
opens to relief.
Beaded doorway,
escapes to life.

Panic attacks,
heartbeats.
Warm comfort,
cold words.

Having no home,
you take me in.
Having no home,
you love me always.

Music blasts,
through your windows.
Love blasts,
through your heart.

This home,
saved me.
This girl,
saved me.

There's a place,
I can escape to.
There's a place,
I can be free.

Car packed,
cigarette in hand.
Walkie talkie,
in between cars.

Driving in the night,
to my escape.
Driving in the night,
to my Old Petersburg Road.

Author notes

yes, this is about a house. my friends house is the only place i have now. she took me in for a couple days and has been completely a savior to me since. for some reason, this house has a connection with me... i never felt safer