Couch Song

I wanna lay on the couch in your house I wanna feel your lips on my mouth I wanna sit and stay there for a while I wanna throw the match into the fire Sit with my eyes peeled and watch what transpires Then I wanna take all the credit and blame When I watch it all fall apart once again I want to tell you it was not all in vain All of the stupid mistakes that I've made All of the things I believed in good taste Hoping to lose all the ghosts chasing me But I feel so many of them today I'm gonna lay on this couch with my eyes closed I will envision my best case scenario At the end of it all finally get to fly home Then perch on the bed that I slept as a child on Be transported back to a life from six years ago Undoubtedly feel again 17 years old Then try not to cry when I drive you around My high school and Brabourne familiar stomping grounds When I see the faces of people in town Will I feel any less lost and now found? Is it places that make us or something more profound? Have I spent all of my time running till now?