Kimo Sounds - Feel Like Home

I'm walking tired, still wearing the dead
Shoes by the door
No need to explain
Nobody asked me to fake a smile
Nobody checked how
I measured it
Some wounds make you carry your arm
Some wounds make you count every word
Here the the wages slides off my shoulders
Quiet, easy, finally heard
No big speech, no perfect show
Just a place where
I can slow
You feel like home
Lying slow