I Move A Lot

Every year it’s the same 

Pack the boxes, write your name 

A different story, but the same game

I move a lot 

In a new house but not my home 

Unpack the hairbrush and the combo

Realize you broke the garden gnome 

I move a lot

It seems any time I settle

Any time I make a friend 

The world comes crashing down on me 

And it does end 

It seems any time I feel happy

Any time I am content

You’d think making me unhappy 

Is their evil intent 

Every year it is the same

Pack the boxes, sign my name 

A different town, but the same game 

I move a lot    

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