This Place

I come from nobody's hometown But they all say it's what they've been out searching for Stay a while, "it's not a place to raise a family" Then go back to where they had come running from You all say I turned out fine But I'm still searching for what you all came to find Every corner is a story I've begged my mind to erase And If I let myself I'll spend forever trying to love this place Teenage years of empty parks, emptier bottles Sterile white walls meant to fix me caving in No football fields, girlfriends or what I was meant to dream of If I could I would trade it out in a heartbeat You all say I turned out fine But I'll always be searching for what I'm too grown to find Every corner is a story I've begged my mind to erase And If I let myself I'll spend forever trying to love this place What a blessing to have something to lose All this gratitude feels more like a noose Every corner is a story I've begged my mind to erase And If I let myself I'll spend forever trying to love this place And I'm terrified of changing Is it worse to stay the same? And If I let myself I'll spend forever trying to leave this place