Never Till Now

I'm a picture-perfect painting of imperfection

I'm a walking definition of unsettled and restless

The needle in my compass points anywhere but home

I thought I'd always be alone, 'cause

I never wanted to tap my brakes

I never wanted to settle down

I was always one foot out the door

I never thought about turning 'round

Never saw myself with a white picket fence dug into the ground

Never 'til now

Done