Painting Pictures of Egypt

I don't want to leave here I don't want to stay It feels like pinching to me Either way And the places I long for the most Are the places where I've been They are calling out to me Like a long lost friend It's not about losing faith It's not about trust It's all about comfortable When you move so much And the place I was wasn't perfect But I had found a way to live And it wasn't milk or honey But then neither is this I've been painting pictures of Egypt, I've been leaving out what it lacks The future feels so hard, And I wanna go back! But the places that used to fit me, Cannot hold the things I've learned Those roads were closed off to me While my back was turned! The past is so tangible I know it by heart Familiar things are never easy To discard I was dying for some freedom But now I hesitate to go I am caught between the Promise And the things I know I've been painting pictures of Egypt, I've been leaving out what it lacks The future feels so hard, And I wanna go back! But the places that used to fit me, Cannot hold the things I've learned Those roads were closed off to me While my back was turned! If it comes to quick I may not appreciate it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand? And if it comes to quick I may not recognize it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?