just have ran away from home and its going great, the sky is california blue, then i bumped into a man called the money. he gave me 10 dollars, told me to go get a shirt. i said why would i do that.* i have my shirts at home. i forgot them at home. i forgot myself at home. i forgot my soul at home. where is home? there is no home. i forgot my family at home. i forgot them. i forgot everything. who am i anyways?
