"Every day I come by your house and I pick you up. And we go out. We have a few drinks, and a few laughs, and it’s great. But you know what the best part of my day is? For about ten seconds, from when I pull up to the curb and when I get to your door, ‘cause I think ‘maybe I’ll get up there and I’ll knock on the door and you won’t be there.’ No goodbye. No ‘see you later.’ No nothing. You just left."
I never had a real house to grow up in. You know, a home? I never belonged anywhere and all my life I was looking for that thing, you know? Thinking that it was out there somewhere, that all I had to do was find it. But I think, maybe… that home was us.