A place to...

A single one.
A double oh.
"Oh oh" sounds like trouble.
Triple ho!
"ho ho ho!" sounds like red-coke Santa
hoo hoo, said the train
as it was about to crash
against concrete reality
bricks of it
tons of bricks of dusted and hardened reality

I get it
I needed it, let's say
I don't need it anymore, tho'
or I can pretend to
as far as I know
'cause, u know, my thing is like this
I kida deserve this pain
actually, i like this pain
makes me feel at home, somehow
even though we all know
that nowadays I have no place to call home.